And I felt sick from the heat.
And I felt sick from my heart racing.
Always trying to keep my cool.
So hard to do in ninety degree weather.
You asked my opinion.
Never wanting the truth.
Cause the truth would mean making a choice.
Because the truth would mean being an adult.
It’s funny, even though you’re gone,
Your presence is here.
And it’s strong.
And it’s not that I want you or even love you,
But I miss you.
I’m ashamed but I miss you.
Only from time to time. But you do cross my mind.
And you’ll always be remembered as a burning hot fever that I couldn’t shake.
You’ll be forever immortalized in words;
A burning hot fever I just couldn’t shake.
You’re a burning hot fever.