The Cracks of Hands That Aren't Held by Another

She said boy, "Why are you so sad?"
And I said, "Girl, I don't have an answer for that."
But I guess l'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 l'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
l 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, iust space enough to
swallow me
l feel numb and it's dumb that l've become such a
fool
I don't think anything will ever turn out for me