fevered pitch
soft heartbeat turned flatline
relapse the fever
recount the memory
lost time counted in time lines
forgetten tones through phone lines
forgetten voice belonging to you
how many days will pass where a picture will suffice
days counted eyes have stolen every image of you
months spent with nothing but thin white sheets between us and the world
lips matched with anxious tension a fevered pitch
remember the winter so cold to the touch
remember the drives so intense yet out of touch
a life a phrase a moment
that is all i ever had with you
relapse the fever
recount the memory
lost time counted in time lines
forgetten tones through phone lines
forgetten voice belonging to you
how many days will pass where a picture will suffice
days counted eyes have stolen every image of you
months spent with nothing but thin white sheets between us and the world
lips matched with anxious tension a fevered pitch
remember the winter so cold to the touch
remember the drives so intense yet out of touch
a life a phrase a moment
that is all i ever had with you