you think that cupid s got a bow well no cupid s got a needle it ll find a vein careful cause you ll bleed a little but pretty soon romance will marinate your brain then watch the temp rature go up you hardly sleep because your sheets are wet toss and turn for hours and your sweat is sweet smells like dying flowers you ve got pain in your stomach like a long neglected tooth dilated pupils that refuse to see the truth and that s you re sick you re sick you might not get through it your aching heart is racing and your brain can t catch up to it that s how you diagnose an overdose of love you feel the itching on your skin then in right down to your skeleton you seize you freeze knees turn into gelatin then you re on them praying that you ll keep some self respect but out of nowhere comes another side effect like when you see his face you feel it in your eyes they start to water like the place between your thighs whenever he gets close that s an overdose of love you re sick of what you re saying you re sick of what you re thinking you d have another drink except you re sick of what you re drinking while sitting there alone longing for his touch a little is elixir but too much is much too much you re burning up the spark that started it became a raging fire the cobwebs in your head turned into razor wire it s like a puzzle that you ll never get the trick of the trick is you admitting you re sick of what you re sick of you feel it on your tongue you feel it in your lips you feel it from your fingers to the thing between your hips you collapse on the floor you shudder you tingle the paramedic comes you wonder if he s single you are sick sick sick you re falling to pieces and the curse is the cure is worse than the disease is you re dead you re toast you ve overdosed on love you ve overdosed on love you ve overdosed on love baby you are sick1