You got me sippin' on something
I [bad word] to nothing
I bet for known I'm hoping
That after this fever I'll survive
I know I'm acting a bit crazy
 [bad word] out, a little bit hazy
Hand over heart, I'm praying
That I'm gonna make it out alive

The bed's getting cold and you're not here
The future that we hold is so unclear
But I'm not alive until you call
And I'll bet the odds against it all
Save your advice 'cause I won't hear
You might me right but I don't care
There's a million reasons why I should give you up
But the heart wants what it wants