Sick Of Psychos

I wanna see my baby but she always screens her calls
It's been too many days since I talked to her at all
Last thing I heard she went to see her ex
Jealousy's fingers creeping 'round my neck
I can feel her lips for hours as I daze through the day
Her touch a constant presence as I wait for her page
Of course it never comes another late night mope
Today's depression, tomorrow's hope

New day Old love
New crush Old pain
New drink Old news
Looking for security dyed and lewd

Sick of psychos stealing my heart maybe they're just my fate
Sick of love crammed down my throat (bitterness turns to hate)