These voices in my head Keep me occupied, distracted When he comes outside to smoke I'm already there by habit He lights a cigarette & folds his coat So I stand under it He shivers so he shuffles until I'm touching him And I don't know why He's just another love Another life that I can't touch Some other face that I don't trust Cause no one has my Crept in a sharp clutch Makes slow like it's shaking rust I only want what I cannot touch Suffer still so stay late afternoon When I wake I'm feeling blue Plagued by aches & thoughts of you And I know he's thinking of it Yeah I know he's thinking of it Wrapped up in the idea Of what it means to be a poet And though it may be vague I think of only us As though my minds (...) dust Shaped (...) it's all lost It's my heart Crept in a sharp clutch Beats fast like it's waking up I only want what I cannot touch I only want what I cannot touch Oh, it comes through my mind & keeps me up Take the time, tearing me up I only want what I cannot touch I only want what I cannot touch I only want what I cannot touch