Spring Fever

Look at me, so silly
To claim to have a will at all
Aren't feelings like seasons?
Winters' cold stings after a Fall

Spring fever. Do you need her?
Or, is that just summer's now and again call?
Inevitable, out of control
The strongest will is still too small. Too small

And the days got warmer, as they do
I got hung up inside a coat of you
And you'll know I'm better when I stop asking
Wishing this was your sweat on my skin

And the days got warmer, as they do
I got hung up inside a coat of you
And you'll know I'm better when I stop asking
Wishing this was your sweat on my skin, again

Aren't feelings like seasons?
Winters' cold stings after a Fall



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Pascucci
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