i turned my eyes away
towards the flies
that went with the time
thinking back about things
and narrowing claustrophobically
to the little time we spent
you and me
and me and you
that was all i had
now there's you and me
and me
and you and her
remember when you said
we could die
just holding hands
that was when i had ran away
i wish we had just died then
i miss your hand
and she doesn't
she might as well die holding it
i feel so lousy i wanna run away
and i want to hold your hand
but i can't now
i'd be holding hers if i try to
i turned away towards the sky
and thought of something else
your hand slapping her
her hand (being) amputated
and lots of other dirty hands
one rocking a cradle
tossing out the baby
it just isn't sane now
i miss you and you don't
i just have to keep turning away now
til i feel your hand in mine again
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