Hands

Purple house on the corner's
Got an NRA sign
And I've still got the playlist
I made to do something
With songs that I wished
I could send you
It didn't feel
So far until today

You went home for the holidays
In the background of a photograph I
Don't know why I recognize your hands

Walked home in the snow
Pepper spray in my pocket
I wonder if you're
Parents hate me
Like you do
Like I hated you

The coffee shop's a pre-school now
So there's nowhere to go
When I can't stand the paint on the walls

You went home for the holidays
In the background of a photograph I
Don't know why I recognize your hands



Credits
Writer(s): Isadora Decker Lucke, Sumner Erhard
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