this and that

my hands are warped
and i am down on my luck again
i dreamed of you, see
you were so far
i let go
i tried to hold on
really, i did
until the sun took you

took you further
until you were the size of a tack
floating out there in space
and music filled your ribs
and you called out
but i got distracted
and you wrote something on your hand and held it high for me to see

my teeth spilled all over the walk
i think you may have laughed
and you sounded all these god awful alarms
that rang from every crack
and poured from every pore
and fell from all the feel

what did you write to me
on that itty bitty hand of yours

screw you