Fever

I broke down through everything

and you tried your best, to live through the state

I was in oh I know.

I remember all those dark days

with darker friends when I wouldn't come home,

you'll never get back a piece of yourself that I stole.

I know you keep it all your head locked away and I,

can't fight the feeling I can't fight the feeling inside.

It's the little things, oh it's the little things that you hide

(with a steady hand and a little time you will find, that),

even you can see, I got the fever in me.

I was beat down and drunk as hell when I lost my home,

I guess I knew what was coming for me then.

I saw myself in my mothers eyes and I found some hope,

but now my dreams are in black and white again...