(Blue ticket) HANDS

My hands are always fidgety, with small fingers and knuckles knocking together. Awkward turns and curves from brakes and slammed doors. 

My hands are cold. 

His hands were warm and knowing. They knew how to fix things and they knew how to hold me. They were gentle and firm. Gripping mine soft enough to not hurt but tight enough that I knew, in that moment he was here. 

In between your fingers were mine, and in between my fingers were the secrets you'd never tell me.

But, my hands are cold. 

Cold hands and a bold heart

But it's only now going to start 

We traded in for longer nights 

And constellation star lights 

Winter is coming with a storm ahead 

So for now I'll hide under my covers

Thinking about Incidental lovers 

Staying all winter in my bed

And probably wishing I was dead

We beg for summer stars 

And chasing after Mars

Accepting our creation

Along with our Damnation 

We're supposed to get liberation
from those in our family nation
but all I got was probation and a citation that says

Starvation, taxation, no relation. 

They say I'm like a Dalmatian

..That was a lie, no one ever called me a Dalmatian..

I only said that because of this fixation that my vacation
should be in a location that has a gas station. 

I'm running low. 

My minds a glow telling you things you already know and although below there's things that don't flow quite right, their too tight and I picked this fight. So I smite with all my might and then I take flight, it's almost twilight and I don't feel alright. 

My hands are cold, but my heart still warm. 

taking hold of this art form

And you know I don't conform, I perform, never sticking to the norm, but I should probably inform that I'm my own ice storm.
I'm my own Individual, never too predictable, nor am I traditional. So don't be typical, this isn't a ritual. This is real, so tell people how you feel, before you eat your last meal and peel back the covers and go to sleep,
then pray to God your soul to keep. 

I tried to close my hands to pray,

But their too cold. So in my heart a prayer I'll hold,

God might send me to hell when I'm old.
But at least I'll know my heart was bold.