Autobiography of a Fever - Save The Clock Tower

The ground is giving way beneath me

Drooling braille Bibles onto the bedspread

I’m sick, despite what I tell myself

With my tailbone in my pocket

I’ll keep my heart just to stop it, sick

The white cross beckons me to the darkest precipice

Chiselling a crack into my smile, peeling the crust from my bile This room is a

fluorescent tomb

Light bulbs mimic the hyenas croon

And I can’t find a way to leave this cement cocoon

The ground is giving way beneath me

Drooling braille Bibles onto the bedspread

I’m sick, despite what I tell myself

With my tailbone in my pocket

I’ll keep my heart just to stop it, sick

White noise drills a hole in my head

And I can’t move with my skin stapled to this bed

An unholy union with the burning witches dust

Makes the sky vomit clouds and the clouds vomit rust

All these years, and I still can’t stand the smell of her

Cause you’re not in my arms

If I wake up will I remember you?

Cause it’s all that I can do

When I wake up will I remember you?

Cause it’s all that I can do

And all I can be is sorry

There’s no other way

When I wake up, I will remember you?

Cause it’s all that I can do