Analysis of disease

under my skin, I can stir my disease
lay on me a sheet or two of letters I wrote you
on the other side of the moon, for a while to drown ....
well, you could smile with my useless happiness, 
It's a troubled time when it’s turned on
not far from your bed, baby....

it’s unmistakably your aroma,
I try to get myself a little nirvana,
when I sit on your porch during a holiday 
watching you in the park, out on the plains
on this groom less make-believe wedding day

I watch you from my car window at the red light 
romancing every one dream around you
except mine, wrapped in lamb skin,
waiting for my turn, there is so much to talk about.....

the things you walk around
and it’s holding me back now
because it’s getting so much clearer...
in the rear-view mirror as I drive away
with my disease.