I’ve done what I can
It’s out of my hands
It sucks that other people have hands

I mean, that’s why we love them
For their hands
We don’t want them to be puppets
At the mercy of ours

And in our deepest moments
Our darkest points
If we can resist the temptation to lop off the hands that work against our own
To keep our strings attached to our own limbs
And away from other people’s
Well, that’s how we know that we’re going to be okay
Maybe not right away
But we’re going to be okay