Your soul goades mine
Day after reckless day
And I falter at every beat
I can’t move with your breath in my hair
My skin is prickled with awareness
But my heart is laden with dread
It’s nearly over. It’s nearly over.
But I can’t see blue
Doob loob. Doob loob. Doob loob.
The trouble with this heart
Is that it never stops beating.