Hands

I may have grasped too much now I just grasp at straws
I knocked on wood so hard I punched a hole in the wall
I hate that you're distant
I hate that I always forgive it
You call it resistance
And I hate that you can't tell the difference

Backyard Barbecue
Nice neat world view
Fenced in family
Bookshelf BPD
Intro In-N-Out
Right Wrong Roundabout

I want you home
I want you home

Why'd you seem so taken aback
You squeeze me too hard when we hug
You crush me you give me an asthma attack
I know you love like a brother does
Cuz that's your philosophy
You think through everything
You used to dance with me
Ooo, you used to dance with me

Sing song centerfold
Short film studio
Tempo tourniquet
Big band better yet
Manhood martyrdom
All out unbecome

I want you home
I want you home
I want you home
I want you home

I could write a song about your hands
I could write a song about your hands
I could write a song about your hands
I could write a song about your hands



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Dennis Anastos, Jeremy Todd Martin, Natalie Antonia Rezek
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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