playing with your hair

i saw your well dressed formalities
come up and watched were we had familiarities.
i thought it was all too good to be true.
and i took another second glance,
compared it to what i had seen last.
you took my words and you turned it into thread.
but i can hold your hand and i understand what you feel.
you've been scared to tell me something
even though said really nothing.
i've asked you, 'what do you want me to do for you?'
and you went off and ran to hide for nothing better.
the futile attempts only made you dirtier.
so now, you come to me filthy instead.
but i can hold your hand and i understand what you feel.