Painter's Hands

All that's wanted was a lonely man
All you could've said was you misunderstand
But I'll come in with the air, I'll come
All your painters hands and all the missing spark
All you're wishing that you'd miss the mark
Well, I'll come in with the air, I'll come

All the second stories and the holes in your head
All the bad jokes and the missing instead, I'll come
All your bad notes and the see in your saw
All your controls and the messes your brought I'll come

So you only stay out into the night
All you wish is not to sit tight
So I'll come in with the air, I'll come
Oh my mind just ain't holding up
Oh my mind just ain't holding up
So I'll come in with the air, I'll come

All the missing pieces and the gun in your hand
All the broke bones I could never stand, I'll come
All the bad notes and the see in your saw
All your controls and the messes you brought, I'll come



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Pratt
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