The Fever Letra

Give him pieces of this statue
that you've made of him, of yourself.
And let him use it's shards
to carve a few words
into you.

And please, just let your insecurities
consume you.
You've taken his bittersweet
because of this "illness."
He blames her too.

I'm so sick of hiding these diseases,
infections of distance,
boiling fever blisters
on his skin.
Your sanity is something
in question, for sure.
Temptation isn't your best excuse,
but she deserves a lullaby.

They'll have a martyr for regard.
A genocide.
Blackmail talking voices
so give her the corrosion.
She'd rather die without it.

Jealousy.
Intimacy.
Does it matter?