Hands

Sure is windy, in the city
 My hands, give you my hands if you want
 Another tree with no limbs
 Ignorance and no bliss
 Can we fuck for a while on your couch 'til it's
 Warm outside
 Ninety four is a bitch, your nine to five in your shifts
 This Gino's getting cold, I guess I'll wait at home
 This twenty three cologne, is stinking up the road
 Gloves got open holes, hands feel so alone
 Lost
 Lost without you
 I'm lost
 Sure is windy, in the city
 My hands, give you my hands if you want hands
 Another tree with no limbs
 Ignorance and no bliss
 Can we fuck for a while on your couch 'til it's warm outside?
 Your palms feel strong on my arms it
 Numbs on my lungs can't breathe
 When you're near me
 Why'd I always find
 That our time won't align
 I'll be dressed to the nines
 Fuck it if I tried
 I got drunk in my truck last month
 Kinda wished that I died, almost swerved off the line
 Was in my ADD, OCD tendencies
 Was it enough?
 Wasn't it enough?
 I got these red lines, drawn on my wrist
 Tattooed map, metro tracks, ride to Jackson
 Remember we danced under the heat lamps
 Wind blew so fast my knuckles bled into your hands
 And I said, baby
 I've been lonelier since you've been gone away
 And I feel stupid
 'Cause I never really showed you that I love ya
 Terrified of the future
 'Cause without ya, I'm just another body
 You brought me closer to human
 With all the things you do
 You do
 You do
 You do