I dreamt of a fever, one that would cure me of this cold winter-set heart.
With heat to melt these frozen tears, burned with reasons as to carry on.
Into these twisted months I plunge without a light to follow,
but I swear that I would follow anything, just get me out of here.
But you get six months to adapt
And you get two more to leave town
And in the event that you do adapt
We still might not want you around
But I fell for the promise of a life with a purpose,
but I know that that's impossible now.
And so I drink to stay warm, and to kill selected memories,
because I just can't think anymore about that or about her tonight.
But I give myself three days to feel better,
or else I swear I'll drive right off a fucking cliff.
Because if I can't learn to make myself feel better,
how can I expect anyone else to give a shit?
And I scream for the sunlight, or a car to take me anywhere.
Just get me past this dead and eternal snow.
Cause I swear that I'm dying, slowly but it's happening,
and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere,
just take me there, just take me there, just take me there.
Lie to me and say it's gonna be all right
It's gonna be all right
It's gonna be all right
It's gonna be all right
It's gonna be all right
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