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
And you get six months to adapt
Then 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 **** selected memories
'cause I just can't think anymore about that
or about her tonight
But I give myself three days to feel better
or else I swear I'll drive right off a ******* cliff
'cause if I can't learn to make myself feel better
how can I expect anyone else to give a ****?
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 am 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 going to be alright

Come by when you get off work
I will be sitting around doing nothing
We can wait until the sun goes down
Then we will drive off deep into the night
I don't care where we are going
as long as I'm going with you
The summer swells in
With the heat comes a new kind of wanting
Cool nights never cooled us off
Lay around and wait for something to happen
when it is three lonely figures
a bedroom, a basement, she is scared
Which one is sleeping and which one is lying awake?
Which one is sleeping and which one is lying about it?
Afternoon drags on and on
Movie nights that never end
We can hang out all night long
Lay in bed and talk to a good friend
because you only get older and you probably forget what it's like
The university is quiet today
We didn't clean
We just talked in the bathroom
The girl always gets in the way
Ruined friendships but others replace them
These opinions are poison
I have been drinking them all of my life
I could never replace you
and I could never forget what it's like
Step out on a moonlit roof
The radio leads a feel good revolution
Cigarettes and my closest friends
I tell myself that I have to remember this
I have to remember this

She says she's read too many fashion magazines
She's forgotten what real love is like
And as the basement collects more kids off the street
they smoke themselves to death waiting for the band to begin
They've been tuning up there for an hour now
and I don't think I can stand another minute more
but just then the first chord strums, and the drums set in
and I know what I have been waiting around for
because no one's going home until the morning comes
No one's going to sleep until the sun comes up
Did you hear those first two songs?
they were ******* tough
and the band's not going to stop until the cops show up
so hold your applause until the end, and wait for the sadness to set in
because that's the only feeling that's worth a ****
He says he's done with the pop music scene
There's too many opinions and so few are worth a ****
He has got to learn to act a little more mean
because the mean ones always end up with the record deals
and it's only when I'm angry that I feel complete
When we are screaming at each other is when I'm most happy
I hang out with my friends and then I get depressed
and I drink myself to sleep with any strength that is left
and I quit going to church a year ago
and my teachers think that my faith is gone
But I can do without the eucharist because I found God
in a Solid Jackson song

She kills, with foreign films, the emptiness of day-to-day
and I wait until the weekend comes
so I can clear this uselessness from my brain
I count the days until she arrives
Those precious minutes when she is mine
as we walk from my front door to her car
We are so close and alone
but that will disappear in a room filled with the warmth
of others company
There is too much company
I hide my wounded pride and stare off into the other cars
If I could just speak the words to tell her
exactly how I feel
I count the ways that I might say it
but I know that none of them will work because
she won't feel the same
I've come this far
but I can't go through with it because the truth would hurt
too much
This hurts too much
She goes back to the west coast to drink in the sunshine
and I will stay here in these dead plains
and try to make a seed grow
and I would pray for rain
if I thought that that would help