Too Tough to Hug

Don't you dare come at me with open arms,

I don't do hugs I give high-fives,

I give fist bumps,

I give respectful nods and shrugs A hug is for the weak,

a hug is for the soft I'm granite,

I'm thunder, I don't need your arms,

I don't need a— (hahahaha)

Too tough to hug!

Too tough to hug!

Keep your arms to yourself,

I don't need the love!

—I am a FORTRESS,

I am a WALL,

nothing gets through, nothing gets—

(ahhhh) ...the drummer hugged me goodbye after practice and

I didn't hug back in time and now it's been three days

of

just...

weirdness between us

I WANTED to hug back!

My arms just didn't get the memo in time,

there was a whole DELAY,

like my body forgot how

and now every time I see him he does this little awkward

wave instead of going for it again and I RUINED it,

I ruined a perfectly good hug opportunity,

somehow (sob)

I've been practicing.

In the mirror.

Hugging the air.

Getting the timing right.

my roommate walked in during one of these practice hugs and I

had to pretend I was stretching,

which, I wasn't,

not even a little,

not even slightly

Too tough to hug was never true,

I think I'm actually just bad at the logistics of it

the angle, the timing,

the arm placement, there's so much happening,

nobody talks about it

Too tough...

I'm just bad at logistics...

I'll get it right next time,

Gary, I promise...