Brianna Lane

by Brianna lane 2004

Spooning in this big bed
Can’t get to sleep
Cause I’m in the wrong hands
I’m undeniably alone
Can’t get to sleep
Next to this man

I lie awake composing letters to my love
Wondering if these words will ever see the page
I lie awake feeling his palm against my hip
His body pressed around me like a cage

I edge closer to the wall
Try not to dream
Try not to think of him at all
I’m under the wrong hands

Staring at the new paint
He is fast asleep so unknowing
That my thoughts are in the past
He is fast asleep his hands are moving

I lie awake recalling conversations with my love
I’m staring at the water on the night stand
I lie awake remembering the feeling that I had
Within the warm embrace from the right hands

I edge closer to the wall
Try not to dream
Try not to think of him at all
I edge closer to the wall
Try not to dream
Try not to think of him at all
I’m under the wrong hands
Hands

I want a dreamless sleep
I want a quiet home
No more hands that creep
I want to wake alone alone alone alone
Hands

I edge closer to the wall
Try not to dream
Try not to think of you at all
Under the wrong hands
hands