A girl whose gas tank's always empty,
A boy's hands, so unsure & unsteady,
A radial feeling, grinding teeth, grinding bodies,
A passive release because it's all much too heavy

His sleepy voice, though you know the words
Voices had once spoken but lessons not learned
Muffled by the moaning & moving of parts
Oh, to touch the rose petal body but,
To never reach the heart.