"Hands"

I fall to pieces, that don't fit you
You'll build me up again
I've got my thesis, tried and true
In my empty hands
In my hands

It's far too crazy, in this town
To fall in love with you
So call me lazy, with my sound
You know it's not true
I disagree, with your memory
And your lack of plans
There's liberty, in the scenery
In my empty hands
In my hands

Oh I know you, you know how I move
And where I stand
Oh I hold true, nothing good for you
In my hands
In my hands

So disappoint me, you have blessing, to turn me all around
Sweet distraction, split into fractions, selfishness abound
Summer sunburn, the nothing I've learned, and all my bad intentions
Running from her, like running water
Pouring through my hands
Oh I know you, you know how I move\
And where I stand
Oh I hold true, nothing good for you
In my hands
In my hands