Curable Disease

You can taste your dream and leave me with the bill
You can miss me half as much as you say you will
You can make me believe you’d need me still
Love may be a curable disease - your dreams, they are like pills
They may dangle you like a worm out on a line,
they'll make you the household name just like they advertised
Does it concern you none? Does it even cross your mind?
Love was just a misquotation; your dreams, they will not mind
In my search for a dream, that could be sold as it was once bought
No “best to be used by” date written on the top
I nicked you, but I was always willing to pay a cost
Love me like a fridge - whatever in me needs to be tossed
You can taste your dreams and leave me with the bill
You can miss me half as much as you say you will
You can make me believe that you need me still
Love may be a curable disease - your dreams, they are like pills
Love may be a curable disease - your dreams, they are like pills