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