Lovesick from Illusory Things by Fatigue
One of the more emotionally depraved things I've ever written. A sick "love song" to my own anxiety, my inability to rid myself of it, and my stockholm syndrome-like tendency to constantly return to it of my own volition.
Tracklist
| 4. | Lovesick | 4:31 |
Lyrics
You call me
I answer
An obedient
Stepford smile
Quiet little tip-toe feed
Barefood across the kitchen tile
I can feel your presence on my back
I can feel my heart rate start to climb
As you entrench my thoughts
Just a little bit deeper than the last time
Don't wanna fight
Don't wanna cry
Don't wanna shrug
Don't wanna sigh
Don't wanna run
Don't wanna lie
It'll be okay
Just one more night
(x2)
It lives for my duress
This thing I can't describe
Still I keep coming back
Because it's just my type
Nobody else gets in
Nobody else
No matter how they try
Damned be
Repercussions of sin
I shake I quiver I writhe
I'm aching to feel your caress
I need you to make me lovesick
I want you to stop my breath
Against all logic
Don't wanna fight
Don't wanna cry
Don't wanna shrug
Don't wanna sigh
Don't wanna run
Don't wanna lie
It'll be okay
Just one more night
Don't wanna fight
Don't wanna cry
Don't wanna shrug
Don't wanna sigh
Don't wanna run
Don't wanna lie
It's not okay
When will you die
It lives for my regress
Defying its' own hype
Still I keep coming back
Because it's just my type
It lives for my excess
In times of fear and strife
Still I keep coming back
Because it's just my type
Weightless
I'm absolutely positively
Blameless
But you can't convince me of that
I'm resigned to
Decline your piety
Anxiety
Consume me
