Your fever hit me like a midnight spark
I breathed you in and lost my heart
Now every beat inside my chest
Spells your name in neon red
No cure, no shot, no quarantine
Your love’s the wildest flu I’ve seen
I keep on falling, crashing, burning—
Kiss me back, the world keeps turning
Infected by the way you move
I’m sick with us, and I don’t want to heal.