I see no way we could go on living this way. You've got your mind tangled up, your feelings are hurt because I never stopped walking when I stepped off the porch and there's a baby in the bedroom rocking to sleep as the world spins around beneath your feet. You've got a fever a fever a fever of 103.
Just like the illness living inside of my little boy, though it's impossible to see me, I will always be there. Sleep well my Jolene because I will be gone in the morning, but if you ever need me, I'll be the fly in your coffee. I can't find the words that I want to. I can't find the words, but I'm going to try.