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was I left behind?
Someone tell me, tell me I survived.
Don't look so surprised that I'm home, but just for tonight.
With rough hands and sore eyes
so don't speak, I am tired.
Let's just live through this lie.
She says i swear too much,
she says a lot of things,
well I'd swear every other word if I could
for her I'll make an attempt.
Sometimes love isn't about how much someone suits you
but how much you're willing to change to suit them.
All my bones are dust,
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
and my heart's sealed with rust.
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
These hands will always be rough.
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
I know this won't count for much.
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
One day my hands were too soft,
one day she said, "I'm tired".
one day her clothes were on my floor,
one day, empty bottles.
Well I'm not saying she's my last.
I'm just saying that she could have been,
it doesn't matter how rough these hands get.
It doesn't matter cause I'm not her man.
Rough hands
rough days,
rough hands
rough nights,
rough hands,
rough season,
rough hands,
rough fights...
All my bones are dust, (rough hands, rough days)
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
and my heart's sealed with rust. (rough hands, rough season)
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
These hands will always be rough. (rough hands, rough days)
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
I know this won't count for much. (rough hands, rough season)
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
was I left behind?
Someone tell me, tell me I survived.
Don't look so surprised that I'm home, but just for tonight.
With rough hands and sore eyes
so don't speak, I am tired.
Let's just live through this lie.
She says i swear too much,
she says a lot of things,
well I'd swear every other word if I could
for her I'll make an attempt.
Sometimes love isn't about how much someone suits you
but how much you're willing to change to suit them.
All my bones are dust,
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
and my heart's sealed with rust.
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
These hands will always be rough.
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
I know this won't count for much.
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
One day my hands were too soft,
one day she said, "I'm tired".
one day her clothes were on my floor,
one day, empty bottles.
Well I'm not saying she's my last.
I'm just saying that she could have been,
it doesn't matter how rough these hands get.
It doesn't matter cause I'm not her man.
Rough hands
rough days,
rough hands
rough nights,
rough hands,
rough season,
rough hands,
rough fights...
All my bones are dust, (rough hands, rough days)
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
and my heart's sealed with rust. (rough hands, rough season)
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
These hands will always be rough. (rough hands, rough days)
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
I know this won't count for much. (rough hands, rough season)
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
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