Hold the hand, the comforting color wheel will merge
bathe in the darkness, searching for the cold white
lay me down beneath the tree's security, cast me the familiar forlorn shadow I adore
is moonlight hot or cold?

fold my hands for me, I can't do it myself
force me to grapple the ground, allow me to grapple the ground
remove my eyes and lead me towards the moment
distract me from the moment, relearn how to see
unfold my hands for me, I can't do it myself

all my sculptures betray my anatomy
I atrophy who I'm supposed to be
who I'm supposed to be is formed from your fallacy
my thoughts have conformed to such fantasies

I can never live to your expectations
are the thoughts you're instilled considered a lie if they are unobtainable?
I want a wife, I want kids, a white picket fence...
so how many giving trees do I need to cut down before I can live what you told me?

You can't flip off the motherland in which you reside if even its own home was stolen

Fold...unfold...(Becky, Gerald, get off my rock)
Two trees competing for sunlight in the same forest, but our roots connect us beneath the surface
The adumbrated form crawls along the landscape, it's gone too far, unknowingly returning home

this hand wrapped piece of candy is a reminder that the body isn't meant to be timeless
always trying to touch the hand that turns away