Fellow theatre-chick (erm, that came out wrong) Hillary declared “Hold On Me” the “creepy fingers” song from the first time she heard it backstage at rehearsal for good woman of setzuan, and to this day i’m more likely to refer to it as “creepy fingers” than by it’s given name. Someone else entirely made the comment that the lyrics and the music don’t quite feel like they match… like one is rawer and bloodier and angrier than the other. However, i’m not sure which one is which.

i slept on top of the sheets because i didn’t trust what might happen. i didn’t mind your looming lips, but i was worried about your hands. i knew you’d put me under them soon enough – yeah i knew you’d play rough. your intentions were as clear as the act that you put up to get me into you. and who-oa you’ve got a hold on me. 2am and i am walking to your place wondering if these feelings will ever last. but, either way you’ve got your hooks sunk deep into me, and don’t you know that they’re holding fast. and who-oa you’ve got a hold on me. and everything with you feels just like the first time. so. let’s refine this, baby, let’s define this; i’ll need a dictionary for what i’m feeling. but a 1,000 words could never paint the picture of my face close enough to steal your breath! and all i ever wanted was something real – someone to listen to all these words, and your ears would be my favourite part of this except for all that i’ve left unheard. and who-oa you’ve got a hold on me. i slept on top of the sheets because i didn’t trust what might happen; i didn’t mind your looming lips, but i was in trouble when i set foot in your bed