Planets in My Palms

(...)

Can't you just appear in my hands, and I'll carry you instead?
There's planets in my palms if you get bored of my skin
I mean, you change with the moon
Habitual rituals, your smile and that light is my only residual
The first time we met did you go home and think of me too?
Our silence settles strangely now and self consciousness is heavy, I know
People over thinks things, women wreak havoc, men implode
But don't trouble yourself with my opinions
Just remember me in the morning and carry me home.

P.S. The spoken introduction - that reads like a poem - is from Jorja Smith from her song 'Carry Me Home' (2016): song here and introduction here.
P.P.S. Picture is from blogger 'A menina dança?': here.