A fragile exchange of eyes
Say it's nothing while
I reached for your hand tonight
And you clenched it tight
My palm was cut from what
Blood was dripping
A holistic approach was my
First instinct
But-
Please take me
To the hospital now
I'm in the backseat
Panicking
Please take me
To the hospital now
My gla** hand is breaking
Cold and stressed
Retreat to basic reality
When finally they talk
I'm already detached
From the dream