Please, don't touch.

While I walk down the street
With a hand in my hair
Looking for something
That just isn't there,
Don't touch.

While I sit on a bench
With a book in my lap
Trying to grasp
If this life is a trap,
Don't touch.

While I walk in the sun
With a smile on my face,
Looking at strangers
That just frown and race,
Don't touch.

While I sit next to you,
And I just want to be,
Don't fill space with words,
Just sit next to me.
And don't touch.

Cause if you touch you might see,
You might know, you might feel.
All the things you could be,
They are yours, they are real.

And you don't want to see,
And you don't want to feel.
All the things you can be,
Please don't make them appear.

For your heart is still weak,
And you can't trust yourself.
To be touching my cheeks
While you're searching for help.

And I don't want to love
Just another young soul.
That is lost in this world
But who just won't let go.

So don't touch.

But if you feel you have touched
Enough souls to learn love
Connection and care,
And all that's above.
If you still miss a home,
That you've never seen,
A bed made with love
And a lover who's real.
Then try touching my hands,
just to see how they feel.
We might laugh, we might cry.
Isn't this why we're here?