Warm Hands

[ Lyrics ]

First time his hands felt safe — warm hands.

He asked how my night was — really heard the 'fine'.
Didn’t flinch when I stopped talkin’ — filled the quiet with time.
Put my jacket on first before openin’ his door,
said, ‘No rush,’ then just stayed there, sittin’ on the floor.
I braced for the exit, the slow fade, the lie,
but he’s still in the frame, lookin’ deep in my eyes.

No games, no mask, no 'we’ll see',
just a song in my DM like a key to a room.
And I’m not afraid, which feels strange,
like I’m breathin’ a language I forgot how to use.

First time his hands felt safe — not a test, not a game.
No tension in my shoulders, no rehearsed things to say.
First time his hands felt safe — I don’t brace for the fall.
He holds like he means it, like he wants to know all.

He texts me at sunrise — no 'u up?', just a tune,
'Cause I mentioned that artist last week in June.
He remembers the coffee, the story 'bout LA,
the way I pull my hair back when I’m not feelin’ okay.
He doesn’t fix it — just says, ‘That sounds rough,’
and waits ‘til I’m ready to talk, not enough.

No pushin’ the moment, no claimin’ my pain,
just space where I stand, not a role I explain.
And I don’t feel small — I feel seen,
like I’m not a backup plan, not a scene in between.

Love didn’t come with fireworks or fate’s grand design —
it walked in with slippers, two mugs, and your name on my mind.
No need to be perfect, no need to pretend,
just your palm in mine at the end of the day, no end.

First time his hands felt safe — not a dream, not a phase.
No script, no disguise, no silent praise.
First time his hands felt safe — I believe in the quiet.
He stays in the moment, not just for the highlight.

Yeah… warm hands.