My Hands
If you could see it through lath and plaster walls
From deck, through door, to hall
You'd know this is a call to you
To you
If I could exit I'd be an angel
Where I could see, instead of stare
I hate to stare
I bet I'll be damned, and I'm sorry That I stole, but I bet I'll be damned
My airport weakness
I'm so obsessed with flight
I could leave this town tonight
If my credit was alright, I'm gone
Did you misread me?
I broke that afternoon and fully wrecked my room
I bit my nails all down for you
And my hands have never looked this bad
