My inborn quiet considered as impolite
My inky quill almost inaudible
The uppermost point three percent
Prefer idea over event or man
Impatient queen bees in my head
One-four-one reasons to play dead
Incomprehensive quiz for you
Begins with I, ends with a queue
The answer is the fame I spurn
The way I learn, the favor of a girl
Infinite questions to challenge me
My Euclidean distance to your identity
Interesting quick-wits, where could you possibly
Hide in a city so f*cking void of me?