ima a love hypochondriac
always thinkin something is wrong
i can be satisfied
just dont know how to be
i need a love doctor
that way i can run to him when i go crazy.
to examine my psyche
to tell me what wrong
too bad they dont exist
so i could have an excuse
to find hole in our relation ship
to poke through our solidarity
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