Not quite sure when I learned that no two things ever truly touch

But I cried

At the thought that I've not held onto anything I've got

My grandfather's hands, or the limbs of a tree

No orange peels, no steering wheels driving me

We're all dying slow, floating fast

Sun peaks through clouds of blue but it's all illusions of the light

Trying to forget you, if I just think logically I might

Make it through

Cause speaking scientifically

You've never laid a single fucking hand on me

All my atoms have been made new, without you