I'm going crazy stuck here with you You lie around a prosaic mess You bite your nails and are always staring Let's just be strangers, I need some rest Are you sincere in your radical politics? I see no praxis, you're all talk Are you just making up for being boring? I get inspired to do nothing at all If you keep me from panicking Then I'll keep you from panicking Toss me my pack of cigarettes and talk I know your secrets and they are embarrassing I know how badly you fear death Yet you've been staring into the Sun We'll get it right, don't disappear yet