I think you know

i think you know
but just for the record
i only like you for your large hands
i must admit i’m jealous, cause mine are small
but i’ll still use them to slap the grease off of that photogenic man

cause if you’re gone then i’m gone
whatever road you are on
i know we’ll survive
just as long as you drive

i’ll hold my

arms up till the blood drains from my finger tips
my shoulder blades will burn but i wont be the first to quit
but i cant watch as your appendages fall from your sleeves
i wanna put you back together if you let me

(chorus)
I found a piece of you on floor next to the couch near the gummy bears that your mom left out
i found a piece of you under the desk near the crossword that you never finished.

WHISTLE SOLO

i believe in something
thats looking down
and you’ve watched that something smash my face into the ground
i was convinced that there was nothing left to put me through
until i thought that i might loose you

(chorus)


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