right to my fingers
know what i said
i lost my temper
hurt you again
you make it easy
turn my face red
but when i lash out,
hold me instead

dont tell me
you know what i want
you think i'm always explosive
but when i say,
i can't help it,
i'm too open
and i break down

in my fingertips i know i feel
keep me heavy handed
reaching here
in my fingertips i know i feel
physical touch to make me real