Days Like These Will Be the Death of Me

Yesterday when I was blind I could anticipate the early warning signs.
The shiver when you talk to me, the rigour in our smile.
Is there a better place to start?
To pioneer a new technique in martial arts?
For kissing without touching?
Without waking up?
This house is like a fire when the sun sets, it knocks me to my knees.
And days like these will be the death of me.