fever, fever hits you
when you least expect it
its there waiting for you
like a ******* puppy
in the middle of the street
and you follow it like a ******* sucker
lollipop, lollipop head
that's what you are
you are an obsession
just a walking obsession
the alcohol won't qualm it
and *** only exhaserbates it
conversations the only cure
and all your friends have flown out the door
you are left penniless, broken, endless
with train tracks running out your mouth
an infinite running track
that's what you are
that has the limitless amount of steam
needing to be blown off
and the drugs can't cure you
and the shrink will listen to you
and you'll feel better
till the man down the street
asks for a quarter
then you're back on the subway
staring off into that steam
that
fever
that everlasting
eternal
power

It's costing me all I got to give
Just to dig myself out of this hole
I can't figure out why I was meant to live
Or how I can make myself feel whole

I can't afford to deal with this pain
That's been going on for so long
Even sheltered from the rain
I find a way to do something wrong

It's a struggle just to get out of bed
And go on living a life so empty
I can't erase these thoughts from my head
You can't understand what they do to me