I'm hoping that after this fever I'll survive.
I know I'm acting a bit crazy, strung out, a little bit hazy.
Hand over heart, I'm praying that I'm gonna make it out alive.
The bed's getting cold and you're not here, the future that we hold is so unclear
but I'm not alive until you call and I'll bet the odds against it all.
Save your advice 'cause I won't hear you might be right but I don't care.
There's a million reasons why I should give you up
but the heart wants what it wants