Feeling fever is contagious ever year
Splitting from the truth you wrote
The lies we sung to fit the melody
Before we realised what we put ourselves into
Wishing the dreams would just leave us alone
They always spoke the truth
Stuff we didn’t want to hear
People I didn’t want to know
Why did it all start to fall apart?
How contagious are you now
I’m not feeling too well
My life has hit the fan
Your riddles
Are still breathing I pay people to cut in
The door is eventually never reopened
The summer days are a blister away from
Spoiling another Sunday
Lights still flickering your the reason
No one believes in
I’m tired while you’re up early
Spirits aren’t even
I see people I believe in
They don’t breathe either
Spirits only rising on a Monday morning
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