Hands

These hands do what I want them to
Fight and pray and reach for you
Make you smile, make you mourn
And leave you lonely and alone
I remember how it used to be
With you lying next to me
You held on like you knew
A day would come when you'd slip through

Cause I'm a handful of trouble
A fistful of regret
Baby, I know I put you out
Like a half-lit cigarette
I want so bad to hold you
But it's something I can't do
Cause I'm afraid these hands are made
For letting go of you

I'm the first to say that I'm a fool
It's got nothing to do with you
I can't begin to tell you why
It feels so good to wave goodbye

Cause I'm a handful of trouble
A fistful of regret
Baby, I know I put you out
Like a half-lit cigarette
I want so bad to hold you
But it's something I can't do
Cause I'm afraid these hands are made
For letting go of you

Cause I'm a handful of trouble
A fistful of regret
Baby, I know I put you out
Like a half-lit cigarette
I want so bad to hold you
But it's something I can't do
Cause I'm afraid these hands are made
For letting go of you
I'm afraid these hands are made
For letting go of you
I'm afraid these hands are made
For letting go of you



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Kyle Lopez, Vincent Gabriel Lopez
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