november 26th, 2002 / 10:29 p.m.

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

'Cause I just can�t think anymore about that, or about her tonight

I give myself three days to feel better

Or else I swear I'm driving off a fucking cliff

'Cause if I can�t 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, and lie to me and say it�s gonna be all right

It's gonna be all right, yeah you worry too much kid

It's gonna be all right

- bright eyes

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