Hands

If I had to choose between you

And never being touched again

The choice is easy my friend

If I could cut the nerves that

Make it so I'm not like this I would

I'd have one thousand you's hold me

And make me feel

But now the hands wrap around my chest I

I couldn't get a lick of oxygen if I tried

Does this feel okay

Does it feel good

Never being touched again

The answer escapes me my friend

If I could cut the nerves that

Make it so I'm not like this I would

I'd have one thousand you's hold me

And make me feel

And now the hands wrap around my chest I

I couldn't get a lick of oxygen if I tried

Now the hands fumble and fool at the

Stuff on the inside

What do I keep there

What do I keep there

What do I keep there

What do I

What do I

The snow hits my skin and the

Match strikes its light

When will it end

I think I heard somewhere that women's bodies take more pain than men's

The snow hits my skin and the

Phone strikes its light

When will I care

I think I heard you say

Is it okay if I touch you there