Unplugged

So stressed out
I think I might get sick
Indigestion, palpitations, and sweat on my lip
I've been missing you,
And it's stressed me to the max
If you don't return soon I might have a heart attack

I'm so stressed out
My stomach is in knots
My breathing is shallow and my heart is doing flips
Inside my chest,
Is where you belong
But not metaphorically, actually here in my arms

Come back quick, 'cause I'm sick, My immune system's down
There are bags under my eyes, I'm laying on the ground

My heart's stopped and I'm convulsing
My pulse is dropping rapidly
My face is going vapid and my lungs are both collapsing

I'm not dead, I'm in fugue
I'm lost out in the darkness
I'm unconscious
And this might just be the end

Machines are breathing for me
And I'm peeing through a tube
My hospital gown, soaked with bodily fluids
Out in the hall
A doctor shakes his head, drops my chart
And tells my friends to say their last goodbyes

'Cause I'm terminal
And you've only been gone for five minutes

End.