Breaking out
into a cold,
hot sweat,
the moisture
dripping down
my face.
I need to be rushed
to the hospital,
or any other medical place.
My pulse is gyrating in my veins.
The ambulance has just arrived.
They load me up onto the gurney,
and after making sure I’m still alive,
they ask me:

“Do you have an emergency contact?”

I say:

“I’m fine.
I just need some
emergency contact.
On my body,
touch my body.
Don’t skip this episode.
Touch my body.
Touch my body.
Baby, don’t let me code.”

You ask:

“Do you have an emergency contact?”

I say:

“I’m fine.
I just need some
emergency contact.
On my body,
touch my body.
Or just look my way.
Towards my body.
Yeah, this body.
Make me be like, ‘Mmm, hey.’”

Freshly discharged from this cavernous building,
no longer feeling alarmed.
I take one step right outside of said building,
and I feel a tingling in my arm.
The tingling travels all the way down to my ankles,
causing more distress by the minute.
Next thing I know,
I’m waking back up in the hospital
in a different room with the same doctor in it,
and he says:

“Do you have an emergency contact?”

I say:

“I’m fine.
I just need some
emergency contact.
On my body,
touch my body.
Don’t skip this episode.
Touch my body.
Touch my body.
Baby, don’t let me code.”

You ask:

“Do you have an emergency contact?”

I say:

“I’m fine.
I just need some
emergency contact.
On my body,
touch my body.
Or just look my way.
Towards my body.
Yeah, this body.
Make me be like, ‘Mmm, hey.’”

I’m horny for love.
Resexitate this body,
babe, I can’t get enough.

So horny for your touch.
Resexitate this body,
babe, I can’t get enough.

They ask:

“Sir, do you have an emergency contact?”

I say:

“I’m fine.
I just need
emergency contact.
On my body,
touch my body.
Don’t skip this episode.
Touch my body.
Touch my body.
Baby, don’t let me code.”

You ask:

“Do you have an emergency contact?”

I say:

“I’m fine.
I just need some
emergency contact.
On my body,
touch my body.
Or just look my way.
Towards my body.
Yeah, this body.”