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.

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