How Much Can I Handle?
So sticks and stones just mess my hair
Your words they leave me in bruises
Short of breath, the breath of despair
The choice of beggars and choosers
How much can I handle?
When you reflect on an angle
You spray the fuel at the candle
You're breaking up in a tangle
Your stars could assemble to meet your command
Your clouds they move into view
Snap of your fingers they rise to the stand
You lay it down, lay it down
You're dancing on the coals, you're burning again
You're not the only slave on the chain
How much can I handle?
When you reflect on an angle
You spray the fuel at the candle
You're breaking up in a tangle
Dancing on the coals, you're burning again
You're not the only slave on the chain
Perhaps like a cat designed to fall
Toying with the heights to test us all
Your landing mat is wearing thin
Laps in your head have caged you in
So sticks and stones just mess my hair
Your words they leave me in bruises
Short of breath, the breath of despair
The choice of beggars and choosers
How much can I handle?
When you reflect on an angle
You spray the fuel at your candle
You're breaking up in a tangle
How much can I handle?
How much can I handle?
You spray the fuel at the candle
How much can I handle?
How much can I handle?
Your words they leave me in bruises
Short of breath, the breath of despair
The choice of beggars and choosers
How much can I handle?
When you reflect on an angle
You spray the fuel at the candle
You're breaking up in a tangle
Your stars could assemble to meet your command
Your clouds they move into view
Snap of your fingers they rise to the stand
You lay it down, lay it down
You're dancing on the coals, you're burning again
You're not the only slave on the chain
How much can I handle?
When you reflect on an angle
You spray the fuel at the candle
You're breaking up in a tangle
Dancing on the coals, you're burning again
You're not the only slave on the chain
Perhaps like a cat designed to fall
Toying with the heights to test us all
Your landing mat is wearing thin
Laps in your head have caged you in
So sticks and stones just mess my hair
Your words they leave me in bruises
Short of breath, the breath of despair
The choice of beggars and choosers
How much can I handle?
When you reflect on an angle
You spray the fuel at your candle
You're breaking up in a tangle
How much can I handle?
How much can I handle?
You spray the fuel at the candle
How much can I handle?
How much can I handle?
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Writer(s): David Kerrigan
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