Dark Rooms

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