Letra October, November, Ohio de Imbroco original

Got fever again.
Your feet are colder then winter in wisconsin.
Sweet dreams reluctantly end.
My freezing hands burn to be touched again.
I'm not desperate or deep.
Futile wants surfacing.
Wind up my gears too tight.
Breaks like clockwork.
Tree eats kite.
This is not an entry for your diary.
This is a confession of the ministry.
Is was suspension of disbelief.
Delusions of grandeur.
Visible signs of relief.
December as one. alone.
Fighting off the temperature.
Winter hollowed out.
Set free.
Capsizing rapidly.
Get your days straight.
Quit lying to me.
I wish i could.
But you would never believe.
I regret every second spent.
Decisions make damage permanent.
This torch i hold is all that keeps me from burning down.