Moshpit

I was standing in a moshpit
I was thinking about you
And everything started to move
Love's more or less
Morning since I got this mess
And it picked through my heart
Out checking again now
Sourthern b**ch to my count now
Future looking bad bad bad
I close my eyes and open in
To be or not to be a man
I'm catching a fever
I'm such a receiver
The computer in my mind
I'm feeling like a car crash
Something move then relax
Can you hear my heart