I Don't Know What to Do with My Hands
The couch is an island
a desert oasis
the room is a spaceship
and you're an undiscovered planet
I push the hair out of my eyes
I pull the blanket around me
I bite my nails, scratch my shoulder
I peel the label off the bottle
and tear it into tiny pieces
I don't know what to do with my hands
I don't know what to do with my hands
Maybe the phone will ring
and then i'll get to answer it
a momentary distraction
I can't predict your reaction to my touch
I could sit here all night
our knees almost touching
but not ever quite
I don't know what to do with my hands
I don't know what to do with my hands
I don't know what to do with my hands
I don't know what to do with my hands
I can't decide on a channel
I'm just flipping around, maybe you can choose
maybe some kind of monster
maybe i just don't know how to reach out
I don't know what to do with my hands
I don't know what to do with my hands
I don't know what to do with my hands
I don't know what to do with my hands
I kinda want it to stay this way
no more moves, no mistakes
nothing lost, nothing broken
like a boat on a windless ocean
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
a desert oasis
the room is a spaceship
and you're an undiscovered planet
I push the hair out of my eyes
I pull the blanket around me
I bite my nails, scratch my shoulder
I peel the label off the bottle
and tear it into tiny pieces
I don't know what to do with my hands
I don't know what to do with my hands
Maybe the phone will ring
and then i'll get to answer it
a momentary distraction
I can't predict your reaction to my touch
I could sit here all night
our knees almost touching
but not ever quite
I don't know what to do with my hands
I don't know what to do with my hands
I don't know what to do with my hands
I don't know what to do with my hands
I can't decide on a channel
I'm just flipping around, maybe you can choose
maybe some kind of monster
maybe i just don't know how to reach out
I don't know what to do with my hands
I don't know what to do with my hands
I don't know what to do with my hands
I don't know what to do with my hands
I kinda want it to stay this way
no more moves, no mistakes
nothing lost, nothing broken
like a boat on a windless ocean
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Caws, Juliana Hatfield
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