Lonely Hands
I've pulled a few fast ones
This time I'll stick around
Sister, I've shot my mouth off
I apologise
A disappointment repeatedly
I am well aware
That my observations lack insight
Much like my conversations
My motivations run dry
I break into the distance
I'll wear my shame on my sleeve
I'm shaking in resistance
Trying not to make a scene
Only lonely hearts know
Where lonely hands go
I've played a few good hands
This long line of bad blood
Hangs like a noose I wear with pride
I apologise
The degradation of being meek
I am well aware
It's suffice to say that a lack of foresight
Is debilitating
This beholder is blind
I break into the distance
I'll wear my shame on my sleeve
I'm shaking in resistance
Trying not to make a scene
Only lonely hearts know
Where lonely hands go
Excuse the mess
Excuse the awkwardness
I know you're not impressed
Regardless of my attempt to straighten out a little
My absence of hope
Is second only to my absence of will
I break into the distance
I'll wear my shame on my sleeve
I'm shaking in resistance
Trying not to make a scene
Break into the distance (Only lonely hearts know)
I'll wear my shame on my sleeve
Shaking in resistance (Where lonely hands go)
Trying not to make a scene
