Rocking the chair of the boring classroom.
The moment you realise you're about to fall.
You gasp for air, as if you were held underwater
Your pulse increases, as if you ran for miles
You feel the heat taking over your body, which causes you to sweat
You try to avoid eye contact, to hide embarrassment
And you might even moan, as if punched in the stomach
My love,
When I look at you, this is how I feel
