Curable Disease

Curable Disease - Blake Mills

Go on and taste your dreams

Leave me with the bill

And 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

Those dreams

They are like pills

They may dangle you

Like a worm out on a line

Or make you the household name

Just like they have advertised

Does it concern you now

Does it even cross your mind

That love could be a misquotation

Your dreams

They are not mine

And in the light of day

What have you got

Are you for sale or are you bought

Is there a best if used by

Date written on the top

I don't believe that it's wrong to

Have heard love and dared the cost

But love can be a misquotation

And lines can be crossed

If 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

Your dreams have been a false ID

That made you look like someone else

And the writing on the wall looked

Just like water on the windowsill

It said love can be a curable disease