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
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 I don't know what to do
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 I don't know what to do
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 I don't know what to do