I watch you as you contemplate how you’ll ask this ******* a date.
You stir and go pale with the increase of your heart-rate, fuelled by five ale.
Your pupils begin to dilate from the spinning of your mind, which has induced a headache.

You twitch and you itch the same spot on your head until the skin turns red.
Gagging on your gin as it spills down your chin in a quick blast of Dutch courage.
The burden and dread weighs you down like a ton of lead.
All these symptoms seem so hard to shake.

Your tongue bleeds with how hard you’re biting it.
Trying to find the determination, but your fear keeps fighting it.
The pours of your forehead seep out the perspiration.
The desperation in your veins taps your foot in impatience, waiting on some moment of inspiration;
All this for a risk you’ll never take.