C           G
i dreamt of a fever, 
             Am              F                C
one that would cure me of this cold, winter set heart.
           G                 Am 
with heat to melt these frozen tears and burned with reasons
F           C
as to carry on. 
C        G                Am               F      
into these twisted months i plunge without a light to follow
    C                            G 
but i swear that i would follow anything 
                      Am     F 
if it would just get me out of here.
Am             F 
and so you get six months to adapt
Am               F
and then you get two more to leave town.
Am       F                   Am              F             G 
in the event that we do adapt we still might not want you around.
    C            G            Am          F 
and i fell for the promise of a life with a purpose
     C                    G       F 
but i know that that is impossible now.
        C             G 
and so i drink to stay warm
      Am           F 
and to kill selected memories
         C                              G                 F 
because i just can't think anymore about that or about her tonight