Fever Pitch

It occurred to me late at night

I could have made it up to you

And that would end the losing fight

But why would I cross out my truth?

It's tender, but a parasite

I've seen the living lights in you

I'm stuck myself, go fuck myself

I will not join the lines all through

I've got your number

So I'm sure you're mine for the taking

If it's one hundred

Then your skin is wet under my lid

So I learnt quick that all your plans involve you being closer to

A fever pitch

And that's your cross to bear, I can't relieve that itch

But I know further on it seems

I wish we didn't want these things

I cried in my hotel room

Used to hoping someone won't walk in

If I could change it

I'm sure I'd try

Don't you forget it

I love you

And I know you're mine

So tell me often

Tell me often

Thank you, Massachusetts