Listen closely for tires in the driveway    The voice in the stairwell, the steps in the hallway   Feel the warming come up through the floor    The click as the tape flips it’s intrinsic how he feels sick   Tell you I love you there’s no one else I’m thinking of    And all the hands that clasp mine are no match for your burning touch      Now I’m out back praying    Movement paved with me    A taste of me not on my knees   Fevered pitch that’s rising    From somewhere deep inside    It has a name I cannot place   All the time I waste    New mistakes I’ve made      Feel the stick of legs leaving vinyl    The sweat of closeness, the waves of nausea   Tell you I miss you there’s no one else I’m dreaming of    And all the lips that kiss me are no match for your fever touch      Now alone outside    The peace that comes with quiet    Blur lines of wires black in twilight   All the threats I take    And friends that I evade    Are penned up and in stillness wait   The ache is this my close    In ways he’ll never know      All your lines