nacre
The late hours test every fibre of my being
She holds her hostages
How come when I'm tucked into my own blanket I want to go home?
At night will I christen my loneliness
Fever it is
Living for the sake of it
What she said when it was raining on our collarbones
Crackling in disintegrating particles in nautilus shades
Was "the fever does suit you"
Fever it is
The more I think about it i've got nothing to think about
I've got no one to be
I've got nothing to want
I let the fever decide
She holds her hostages
How come when I'm tucked into my own blanket I want to go home?
At night will I christen my loneliness
Fever it is
Living for the sake of it
What she said when it was raining on our collarbones
Crackling in disintegrating particles in nautilus shades
Was "the fever does suit you"
Fever it is
The more I think about it i've got nothing to think about
I've got no one to be
I've got nothing to want
I let the fever decide
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Writer(s): Nadia Noetzel
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