Imaginary Ailment
June 23, 1986

Always asking, always bugging
Even though problems don't exist
Questions take the place of hugging
Unreal how I persist

You told me all was right
as I was seeking out solutions
A night on the town, a made up fight
Painted the town, painted illusions

You had no sickness
as I made up the cure
I worry about what ails you
but we'll be alright, I'm sure

A weekday of sheer paradise
I turned into a jury trial
Accusations as cold as ice
Couldn't accept your flat denial

Seems like we fit every sad and lonely song
from every problem that I'd assume
Finally admit that nothing is wrong
when we share the same bed, same room

You had no sickness
as I made up the cure
I worried about what ails you
But we'll be alright, I'm sure

Hope I didn't ruin your good trip
I thought I saw a frown and my concern just grew
Hope I didn't read too far between the lines
An imaginary ailment that envelops you

Next time I try to cure you when you're not sick
Realize it's because I love you
Lay your affection on twice as thick
Choose joy above the ague

You had no sickness
as I made up the cure
I worried about what ails you
But I settle on the pure