I wrap my hands so tightly around my heart
That I barely let the thing beat on its own.
There, it’s surrounded by the illusion of safety:
My desperate hands holding all of me together
Like a racoon in the night, unable to let go of the precious jewel in its greedy grasp
If it would, it would find
I want to release me from this self-imposed burden
This caring that I do so well
This quote unquote passion that quote unquote burns in me
But I wrap my hands so tightly around my heart
To prove to [only] myself that I’m not worthless
Too proud to let go and stick out a welcoming hand
Too ambitious to imagine any other path to success
I don’t build walls, no you can see the thing beating through my fingers
But it’s wrapped up so tightly that the only thing choking is me.