Texty: Katy Eggleton. A Hand To Hold. Broken Glass.

Don?t get him started cause he?ll go on forever, like a bicycle wheel spinning after a crash, nothing i could imitate, he?s like a cartoon, he sounds sort of goofy when he laughs?forgets he has detention so he has to serve it twice, sometimes he forgets how he knows me, now i remind him, ?you don?t remember anything!? he smiles and says, ?you?re my memory.??with the distance from frustration, it?s clear enough to see?he?s like broken glass, when i hold him to the light, there?s beauty in the flaws, with colors shining through, when you see flaws, are they beautiful to you??she?s like a bear unaware of her strength, or even what words can do, blunt as an elbow in a crowded hall, she pushes her voice on through?but she asks the questions that we all want to ask, i lack her conviction, i am unsure, one thing i?m sure of is she?s sure of herself, when others? opinions seem blurred?with the distance from frustration, it?s clear enough to see?she?s like broken glass, when i hold her to the light, there?s beauty in the flaws, with colors shining through, when you see flaws, are they beautiful to you??hearing her thinking over the phone, and the muffled responses it brings, careful not to interrupt, realizing we need the same things?next to impossible to make up my mind, i want the world?s consent, picking a band name to the color of my hair, people don?t get my intent?with the distance of a friendship, your arms fall around me?we?re like broken glass, when you hold us to the light, there?s beauty in the flaws, with colors shining through, when you see flaws, are they beautiful to you?...