Hands

Sure is windy, in the city
My hands, give you my hands if you want
Another tree with no limbs
Ignorance and no bliss
Can we fuck for a while on your couch 'til it's
Warm outside

Ninety four is a bitch, your nine to five in your shifts
This Gino's getting cold, I guess I'll wait at home
This twenty three cologne, is stinking up the road
Gloves got open holes, hands feel so alone

Lost
Lost without you
I'm lost

Sure is windy, in the city
My hands, give you my hands if you want hands
Another tree with no limbs
Ignorance and no bliss
Can we fuck for a while on your couch 'til it's warm outside?

Your palms feel strong on my arms it
Numbs on my lungs can't breathe
When you're near me
Why'd I always find
That our time won't align
I'll be dressed to the nines
Fuck it if I tried

I got drunk in my truck last month
Kinda wished that I died, almost swerved off the line
Was in my ADD, OCD tendencies
Was it enough?
Wasn't it enough?

I got these red lines, drawn on my wrist
Tattooed map, metro tracks, ride to Jackson
Remember we danced under the heat lamps
Wind blew so fast my knuckles bled into your hands

And I said, baby
I've been lonelier since you've been gone away
And I feel stupid
'Cause I never really showed you that I love ya
Terrified of the future
'Cause without ya, I'm just another body
You brought me closer to human
With all the things you do
You do
You do
You do