When the fever breaks I will be right here sitting in the same spot I'm sitting right now. My faith has started to shake. I don't know if I still believe you'll ever come to life with this crowd. Am I the only one who feels lonely even though I know I'm surrounded by friends? Am I the only one who feels that fevered longing? God I know I'm the only one who can. There's things that I hide, things I keep in the corners of my mind and I can't keep hiding. I know you won't approve of this, I've got bad taste in art and sex and lying. When we sat in my basement and I showed you all my wrongs, you said, "just don't quit your day job." You were right, I gave up four years ago, but some things are just too hard to leave behind. I've changed my mind so many times cause I wanted you to like me. And I'm ashamed to admit it took me this long, but I don't care if you like me anymore.