'Outbox' is about the anxiousness you feel when you're texting someone new, and every text you type is calculated, measured, lest you send something inappropriate and lose the connection. As you press send, in the brief moment when your text sits in your outbox before being sent, a flurry of thoughts occupy your mind. 
"Was I too forward?" 
"Would I come off as funny or just lame?" 
"Was it too early to ask for bobs and vagene?"
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Should I write should I not, is it a lot 
It's a little confusing 
Will she get judgemental about me 

Or not that I'm assuming 
I guess I'm just assuming 
To be prompt or not that is the question I 
Ask to myself but now 
Will it look too fast but I can't afford 
Can't afford to let it pass 

It's late but you take another look at your cellphone 
That you've been staring at for the last hour 
The vibes make you skip a heartbeat 
For the solitary text that you received 

Oh well now, should've know 
Hadn't thought 
Hadn't given a thought but now 
Well I'm broke and your not and it's daft, 
Guess I can't afford your body shop 
Guess I can't afford your body shop 
Should I try, could I fail should I not 
Though she threw a look at me 
And to temptations we surrender 
Amid the haze I try to find the clarity 
Amid the haze I try to find the clarity 

It's late but you take another look at your cellphone 
That you've been staring at for the last hour 
The vibes make you skip a heartbeat 
For the solitary text that you received

Outbox

Protyay Chakraborty