You touch my torso and say what you see, it’s been waiting for ages, to align your damn near everything
I’m not looking to make this a complicated situation, all I’ve been longing to do is follow your trusted route, caress you to a rather truthful point
This cigarette is perched to make me appear to be cool, just one such lacklustre tool of the trait
The pressure is almost too much to bear, a serious feeling I’m a little ill-prepared to meet you right by the serendipitous middle