Hands

Looking at my hands Creased and cracked and made of sand Solace washes in All that was and is Will fade divide and end Telephone lines dance Collecting calls that don't know where or how to begin When you look at what's been sent You think of words That should never be said Now I know what we can do I can't find a way to make it up to you You see me staring at my hands As though I've done something that Would make it hard to exist We're going out on the town Running around and Trying not to scream and shout and Ambulate, escalate to the highest line Is this what it feels like Falling apart Ambulate, escalate to the highest line Is this what it's been like Right from the start When we were young When we were young When we were