We danced to avoid the quite hell
Which Idleness can bring
That awkward burning touch
Waited just outside the ring

And of course I was not prepared
My arm below should have been above
And you corrected me repeatedly
With an uneasy glance thereof

You said "It's not the most important part"
Which was cute, I must admit
But what is the most important part?
Because I surly slaughtered it

You know so much about these things
You know about doors and dresses and
Photos and flowers and
Not calling back

You know that I sent that letter
Unanswered may it be
And you know I am pathetic
For an answer even dream



I know nothing but nights spent alone
Wishing this inward torture would stop
Wishing I could remember
To lace my arm over the top