Did I make too much of this? Should I stop trying? Did I lose my sense of touch or is this love? I tried to hide the things That would leave me scarred, like, far too often In the end I scared you off Now I'm mourning dove Did I fall at the airport kiss Or the night I saw you saw you crying? Or when you explained your loss of taste while we had lunch? And I held your hand and felt the things That would leave me scarred now, far too often I'm on the mend since you flew off My turtle dove When we end our weekly meets I feel low and nauseous The withdrawals leave me weak You're like a drug I try to keep these things to myself But we just talk too often So if it's okay with you, my dear I croon for love