hold me (down)
underneath your fingers, boy, a place i’ve never felt while you babble-on-and-on because you’re passionate about some things and i find myself wishing i could passionate about what i want to be passionate about instead of making myself care about stupid little things, globalization leads to democratization and i’m feeling frustration by the lack of verification for you as a human being and underneath your fingers, boy, a place i’ve never felt i wonder if perhaps you might feel like home. you never could, you never would, and the fact is elucidated when i realize that i’d only want you to be closer to her, she who is home just like i wanted him to be closer to her, she who is home and underneath your fingers, boy a place i’ve never felt. i’ve never felt you and i won’t anytime soon. but maybe, today, i felt myself underneath your fingers.