your hands are as lifeless as the ground i will lay my body on. and it's funny how they seem to fit so well and easy when they're unknown. one day, i let go of thinking that they made only one body to fit mine, when i realized they really made none. and i gave up caring what it would feel like. your hands are as cold as the earth they all want to put my body in. and they wrap around me like they're savin' the world, or stopping the unfolding of what i know: that there were really none. but they fit so well with no motives driving. they fit so well when they're unknown.