I dreamt of a fever,
one that would cure me of this cold winter set heart,
with heat to melt these frozen tears, and 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.
And 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,
cause I just can't think anymore about that or about her tonight.
and I give myself three days to feel better,
or else I swear I'll drive right off a fucking cliff,
cause 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 car to take me anywhere,
just get me past this dead and eternal snow,
cause I swear that I'm dying, slowly but its happening,
and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere,
just take me there,
just take me there,
just take me there,
and say and lie to me and say,
and lie to me and say,
it's gonna be alright,
it's gonna be alright,
Yeah, you worry too much kid,
it's gonna be alright.
all eyes on the calendar
another year I claim of total indifference
to here the days pile up
with decisions to be made
I'm sure all of them were wrong
into this song, I send myself
and with these drinks I plan to collapse and forget
this wasted year
this wasted year
well, devoted friends, they disappear and
I'm sorry about the phone call and needing you
some decisions you don't make
I guess it's just like breathing but not wanting to
there are some things you can't fake
yeah, there are some things you can't fake
well, I guess that it's typical
to cling to memories you'll never get back again
and to sort through old photographs of a summer long ago
or a friend that you used to know
and there below his frozen face
where you wrote the name and that ancient date
that ancient date and
you can't believe that he's really gone
when all that's left is a fucking song and
I'm sorry about the phone call and waking you
I know that it is late
but thank you for talking 'cause I needed to
yeah, some things just can't wait
yeah, some things just can't wait
yeah, some things just can't wait
yeah, some things just can't wait
no, no, no, no, no, no
no, no, no, no, no, no
no, no, no, no, no, no