I see you lined up in neat rows,
packed together with your fellow white brothers.
Lifting you out and twirling you about,
I anticipate the calm you promise.
Did I ever mention, how good you smell?
I present you to the naked flame,
where you surrender your white clothes;
they burn away.
Indeed, you deliver what you promise,
that calm, that euphora;
for that I thank you.

I have never, ever, felt this way
I have never, ever, needed you this bad
You have never looked so good before
and still, I cannot get you...