Bury me
Like dangerous waste.
I'll lay dormant

For a thousand years.
But it's like dismantling
A decommissioned spacecraft.

Some parts you can't destroy.

She fidgets too much.

I've got a bee in my bonnet.

She stayed aspirant

To avoid accidents.
On my return I will smother you.
In everything that I've learnt

Until you turn blue.
Now is never a good time
When you're ready to engage.

My newsprint fingers are turning a page.

Oh, she fidgets too much.

I've got a bee in my bonnet.

Soon enough our lips will linger

And you start to pull away
Before this chance is torn asunder
Your hips begin to sway.


The penultimate clinch
Lasted the longest

It's the penultimate clinch
It was the warmest
That delivered a pinch

Sounded the warning
Of a foolish flinch
I found it appalling


Oh, the penultimate clinch
Lasted the longest

It's the penultimate clinch
It was the warmest
That delivered a pinch

Sounded the warning
Of a foolish flinch
I found it appalling