catch me
catch me
catch me
catch me

please
please
please
don't let me fall
through your fingertips

i may have closed my eyes
as if i don't care
(but this is only the pretense
taught to us since birth, that investing
emotion is dangerous
and scarring)
my stomach rejoices
every time i see i have not
given away too much
and i try to keep my face from
opening that extra inch
when i laugh
but i cannot
as my mind already whirs with
all the gears turning and worrying
(this is another lie we have been taught,
that fear can make things better)
i know it will hurt
if you let me go
so i try to trap myself inside
my head
using my hair as curtains
and my bones
as chains
(as if barricading my body, saves
a nation from war)

through your fingertips
don't let me fall
please
please
please

catch me
catch me
catch me
catch me