You fucked a fever in me
And I'm burning up
A hundred and two, a hundred and three
Cold sweats, I'm in need of new sheets

You fucked this flu in me
And I'm throwing up
Dinner for two, and mixed drinks
I'm on my knees as it passes through me

I've been sick before, nothing like this
I swore if the room started spinning
I'd leave

You fucked the sickness in me
And I'm building up
White blood cells, immunity
So if by chance it happens again
I won't be bedridden

I've been sick before, nothing like this
I swore if the room started spinning
I'd make my way back to the beginning
And leave