Little Bug

I think that I've fallen in love What a curious, unsuspecting little bug I've caught You know You'd think I'd be more cautious with age Of the furious catastrophic little mess it tends to make I buy it bottled and powdered and pressed in a pill Doctor I'm lovesick you're making me ill Sprawled on the floor, think my heart's fallen still I had my head on your shoulder Alone and exposed You lied by omission, then left me a note, said It pains you to do this but you gotta go So I think I'll be dying alone How hilarious, my friends all laugh but I'm afraid it's not a joke How could I find it in me to care 'Bout the way I move or the clothes I wear When I scan the room for you and you're not there I want you bottled and powdered and pressed in a pill I think I'm addicted, you're making me ill Cards on the table, a battle of wills I had my head on your shoulder That lump in my throat Skipped that incessant talk 'bout who loves who the most Cuz it pains you to do it And you gotta go Oh you gotta go Go, go, go, go, go, go, go No you gotta go Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go No you gotta go You gotta go You gotta go So I think I'll be moving away Catch a bus, a train However long a little distance takes to make You realize you're running from me You realize you're running from me You realize you're running from me You realize you're running from me