Fever Pitch

It occurred to me, late at night I could have made it up to you And that would end a losing fight But why would I cross out my truth It's tender, but a parasite I've seen the living lights in you I'm stuck myself, go fuck myself I will not join the lines all through I've got your number So I'm sure you're mine For the taking If it's 100 Then your skin is wet Under my lid So I learnt quick that all your plans Involve you being closer to A fever pitch And that's your cross to bear I can't relieve that itch But I'm no further on it seems I wish we didn't want these things I cried in my hotel room Used to hoping someone won't walk in If I could change it I'm sure I'd try Don't you forget it I love you And I know you're mine So tell me often Tell me often