Fever

Before she met me she took herself to wait five years
After i met her, her teacher said “best wait five years.”
I ask my neighbors, they said it’s wise to wait five years.

I say “fever.”

I told a friend how i’m feeling and this made her sad
‘cause she fears that no man will ever desire her so bad.
How dare i feel this and do naught but sit on my hands.

I say “fever.”

Hold my heart like a hot potato,
Push the clock for an hour later.
This is just code to decipher;
Found my ploughman, chased the piper.

That ended up.
That’s all now.
These are the ones who talk.
Never a lick–needs her to kiss him.

The first five years go by and we are no longer here.
I blame myself for not taking steps to draw her near.
I try to decide what to do now based on love not fear.

I say “fever.”

Hold my heart like a hot potato,
Push the clock for an hour later.
This is just code to decipher;
Found my ploughman, chased the piper.