While you were unbuttoning my blouse
alone, in that room,
i climbed out of my hands,
and went out through my nostrils.
Then, I ran away off the window.
I jumped from one roof to another,
leaving next to you my vacant body
making myself absent by springing through alleys.
While you were stroking me
I was actually growing agitated outside
It's just that on this bed,
-what do I say, "bed"?-
I no longer lie.