I got the fever inside again. Why?
I don’t know why. You’re not even a friend.
I don’t know your face. It changes all the time.
But that won’t slow me down. I guess it’s do or die.
I’ll see you tonight online (I’m falling).
Grainy vision. My station’s off the air.
My eyes are dry. Can’t even cry. Though it stings to stare.
The sun is almost in the sky.
People are waking up and I just want to cry.
I’ve got to find you first.
I’ll see you tonight online.
I’ll curse myself tomorrow.