Yearning for that breath's perfume
This room, it is a tomb
For those who don't approach soon
That body, a variable
Eyes calculate
Brain jumbles equations
Negates that first date
“Possibility not great.”
Retreat to refuge in these words
Up on the stage I feel her
In my every verb
Internal time-bomb
Set to the hour she goes out
Draught of liquid courage
Stomach full of stout and doubt
Hops up on the feet
Finest clothes, conditioned fro
External just to keep the internal
From rocking boats
Options and possibilities
Concerned with time signatures
Past, future, present remarks
Heartbeat unlistenable
Role play, to sit back
Without a touch, the standard
A wallflower silence
To gaze into the gla** of no world
Inaction, causation inadequacy
Wide eye, late night thoughts, fire escape
Rattling
Sleep without the laddering
Sinking slow forth, R and L mind far
Destruction of the self in one night
Camel's last straw
Forget about
Fermented grains
The degrees of the narcotics:
The facade of her sauntering
The work of a master toxin artist
My immunity is low, and she know
But I stay back, cover my heart before it shows
This room it is a tomb for those who don't approach soon
Yeah