as if I were the fever

When you wonder if it might have been,

utterly got stuck in the past.

When you forget the things you shouldn't,

bear in mind what didn't last.

 

 

Can't stop reading between the lines,

possessed by the little fine print.

Allways talkning through some riddles,

leaving nothing but a vague hint.

 

Don't ever end up like me,

eating fruit from toxic trees.