Bury me Like dangerous waste. I'll lay dormant For a thousand years. But it's like dismantling A decommissioned spacecraft. Some parts you can't destroy.
She fidgets too much. I've got a bee in my bonnet.
She stayed aspirant To avoid accidents. On my return I will smother you. In everything that I've learnt Until you turn blue. Now is never a good time When you're ready to engage. My newsprint fingers are turning a page.
Oh, she fidgets too much. I've got a bee in my bonnet.
Soon enough our lips will linger And you start to pull away Before this chance is torn asunder Your hips begin to sway.
The penultimate clinch Lasted the longest It's the penultimate clinch It was the warmest That delivered a pinch Sounded the warning Of a foolish flinch I found it appalling
Oh, the penultimate clinch Lasted the longest It's the penultimate clinch It was the warmest That delivered a pinch Sounded the warning Of a foolish flinch I found it appalling
