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
  if it would just get me out of here.
  and so you get six months to adapt
  and then you get two more to leave town.
  in the event that we do adapt we still might not want you around.
  and i fell for the promise of a life with a purpose
  but i know that that is impossible now.
  and so i drink to stay warm
  and to kill selected memories
  because i just can't think anymore about that or about her tonight
  i give myself three days to feel better
  or i swear i am driving off a fucking cliff
  because if i can't make myself feel better
  then 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
  because i swear that i am dying, slowly but its happening
  so if there is a perfect spring that's waiting somewhere
  just take me there and lie to me and say it's going to be alright
  its going to be alright, yeah you worry too much kid,
  its going to be alright.