You Make Me Sick

Women don't know how to handle a man like me
Does that scare you?, knowing that I might need YOUR room to breathe?
Some whom have experienced it, have called my love a disease
And are still recovering after they left me to find a vaccine
I find that a little hard to believe, I'm not that bad
Or maybe that's what I see, and maybe I just want you back
So I can hold your heart & lace you with truths
Taste & touch, then you can play your hand wrong once again
& proceed to play me for a fool
The way I look at it, is that YOUR love is the disease
And I'm here praying, begging, to God for an immunity against it
I'm the one to be SO quick to run back and eager to get SO sick
Breathe in stupidity through a stuffy nose;
Cough up pain, and with your love... heartache
Or what I think that is... because
My thoughts are diluted & drowned by the elevator music;
As I plan on walking back into the ICU
To the space with my name on the charts and hope that this is my death bed
Because that's where this man's heart yearns to be with your disease,
Sick inside YOUR hospital bed