The Fever ft. Tom Troyer Lyrics

I had a couple good years I built a golden age

One gig at a time I earned every dime

Selling my intellect - my truth

Without the hurt of breaking through

I was intimidating yet approachable too

Till I was derailed by a humble flu

Now I'm blessed with all this

Unspent inspiration

I wouldn't wish this upon my enemies

I wouldn't wish this upon my enemies

But I hope they die for it

I wrote the most toxic, twisted love songs

For the girls back home

Would have played nice at a Walmart

At the ending of days

Could have been covered

By a jealous Tom Waits

Too shy

Afraid

Of putting my mom in an early grave

I threw them filthy love songs away

But she died anyway

Now I'm blessed with all this

Unspent inspiration

I wouldn't wish this upon my enemies

I wouldn't wish this upon my enemies

But I hope they die for it

I been watching my mother's slow death

From a distance

They say her body been slowing down

For decades

Probably started in the fourth grade

When the fever moved into her lungs

Went and colonized

Now he rents it to his friends

On the weekends

I hear their feverish chatter

And I can't determine

My mom from her neighbors

Their Judah her Benjamin

New or Old Testament

You know the temperament

You seen it on the news

And we got complicated feelings

About the scope and course of healing

And I thought

Another twenty years could have healed her

But the doctor decided to bring her home

And now I'm blessed with

All this unspent inspiration

I wouldn't wish this upon my enemies

I wouldn't wish this upon my enemies

I wouldn't wish this upon wish this upon you

Why did it come to me?