The Cracks Of Hands That Aren't Held By Another - Dependence

She said boy, «Why are you so sad?»

And I said, «Girl, I don’t have an answer for that.»

But I guess I’ve been carrying my past on my back

Until it crept in the cracks of my spine, now I walk with it

It walks with me because it never left the back of my mind

I wear it on my skin and in between my fingertips

And every love that I try to grip, slips and drips between the cracks of hands

that aren’t held by another

I feel numb, and it’s dumb that I’ve become such a fool

I don’t think anything will ever turn out for me

It’s hard to see a future with someone beside of me

I just can’t see, I just can’t see

It’s just me, and me alone

There’s just me, and no one else

Just another in the list of things that I haven’t felt

Just you and me, and me with myself

There’s no-one else, there’s no-one else

This night might just last forever

And if I ever get to sleep, maybe then I can lay with her

Maybe, but let it be without dreams

No light or scenes of trees, just space enough to swallow me

I feel numb and it’s dumb that I’ve become such a fool

I don’t think anything will ever turn out for me