Testo Mystery Flu

Went looking but I never found you
Wanting still you
Manned borders you would not cross
A stripe of paint on pavement
The seam in cement
An easement to our coming loss

You were driving when I asked you Half-joking what you would do
If I ever made the move
You looked straight ahead, your hands on the wheel
Smiling
Said, "I'm not ready for how I feel
And the summer's coming, too
Now what do you wanna do
Cause I've got the mystery flu"

You said what do you wanna do
Cause I've got the mystery flu
And you've got it, too