Fever Dream SPIRIT OF THE BEEHIVE

I am special
I'm a special guy
Tiny feelings
Tiny impulses
Kind of worthless how the time does fly when every hour I've watched you sit and cry
I was placing orders like a weekend warrior
I was worried when you wouldn't pick up the phone
Sitting up in bed spitting all over myself, no tone in my head
My head
I've committed many heinous acts
I have pondered what it would be like to have murdered all my closest friends
I deserve you
You deserve the truth
Girls they are so fragile they don't know what I mean
They don't know what it's like when I shoot up my feelings
Life will take you over so I push it aside
I don't want to live, I don't want to die
I can sit inside and ponder what it was like when I was seventeen and I didn't need this
But I was never fragile, I was never aware the tone in my head
My head

So when you're sleeping in the summer heat I hope you're dreaming
And you dream of me and all you're dreaming becomes a fever scene
Until you're screaming to get out that dream