Fever Pitch Lyrics by Hotel Mira
I begged forgiveness
Somewhere down at your feet
I was your misfit
Bring it on home to me
Bring it on home to me
Or to him
And true love’s a lobotomy
Mmhmm
And my love, climb on top of me
She lit up a cigarette
She said “Listen bitch
We’ll get into it
You reached a ‘fever pitch’ where you’d ‘bleed for it’
Now you’re leaving it?
You’re like a masochist
You’re an acid trip, but you’re bad at it
You wear your cowardice like you’re proud of it
I’m too old for this”
I blame the pavement
For the holes in my jeans
‘Cause that’s entertainment
If you wanted to see
Did you want it from me?
Or from him?
And true love in a cheap motel
(Alright now, alright now, alright now, alright now, we’ll be)
My love’s gonna treat me well
(Alright now, alright now, alright now, alright now)
She lit up a cigarette
She said “Listen bitch
We’ll get into it
You reached a ‘fever pitch’ where you’d ‘bleed for it’
Now you’re leaving it?
You’re like a masochist
You’re an acid trip, but you’re bad at it
You wear your cowardice like you’re proud of it
I’m too old for this”
Don’t get desperate
I’m on your side
I said don’t get desperate
I’m on your side
She lit up
She lit up a cigarette
She said “Listen bitch
We’ll get into it
You reached a ‘fever pitch’ where you’d ‘bleed for it’
Now you’re leaving it?
You’re like a masochist
You’re an acid trip, but you’re bad at it
You wanna give them hell while they gave you lip
I’m too old for this”
She lit up
A cigarette
A cigarette
A cigarette
She lit up
A cigarette
A cigarette
A cigarette
I’m too old for this