I dreamt of a fever,

one that would cure me of this cold, winter-set heart

With no heat to melt the frozen tears and burnt 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 if it would just get me out of here

So I"ve been given six months to adapt and three more to leave town

Never thouhgt that if I did adapt they might not want me around

I fell for the promise of a life with purpose

but I know that's impossible now

so I'll drink to stay warm and to kill selected memories

becuase I can't think about her anymore tonight

I give myself three days to feel better or I

swear I'm driving myself off a fucking cliff

becasue if I can't make myself feel better then

how should I expect anyone else to give a shit?

I yearn for a sunset or a car to take me away

just get me passed this dead, eternal snow

because I swear that I'm dying. Slowly, but it's happening

so if there is a perfect spring that is waiting somewhere

please take me there and lie to me and tell me that everything's gonna be alright