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