Its like my arms aren’t long enough As far as I reach I can’t pull myself to you Maybe I am naive reaching for a hand that isn’t reaching back I guess But I need it Need to reach Need my arms to feel the pain of hyperextension for bodies refusing its sultry embrace While the arms within reach aren’t what excites It’s our overall distance that keeps us many apart But I don’t want to give up So I reach until my fingers are sliced by your nails Relying on you to make the fated move And when my tendons tear from wear I will find a new pillar to attempt Climb with me