Owen A Fever
You f..cked a fever in me,
And I'm burning up.
A hundred and two, a hundred and three.
Cold sweats, im in need of new sheets.
You f..cked this flu in me,
And I'm throwing up dinner for two, and mixed drinks.
Im on my knees as it passes through me
I've been sick before, nothing like this.
I swore if the room started spinning,
I'd leave.
You f..cked the sickness in me,
And I'm building up
White blood cells; immunity.
So if by chance it happens again,
I wont be bed ridden.
Ive been sick before, nothing like this.
I swore if the room started spinning,
I'd make my way back to the beginning
And leave.
