High School Slow Dance

I've got the stages,
Every time I try to touch you,
That's what it's like
I've got the something
I can't even breathe,
They built a shelf on my neck and my back
I've got the stages
I can't even say it
Why won't the words come out right?
I've got the stages,
Every time I try to touch you
Every time I stand too close to you
You freeze the faces,
and save them for dissection
You put the pieces in your pocket,
smudge them out
Burn the stains to the edge with cigarettes and cherry red
Like secrets on a string
Standing on a line
Standing on the baseline baseline
Standing I can feel you
Can you feel me?