Hands

I've been acting out, wasting all your time

You've been crashing at the hands of the devil

I've lost all the feeling in my toes

I've been making deals with the devil

If I could hold onto

The hope that you still

Want me, two weeks top

Then maybe, oh, I'll **** it up

If I could hold onto

The hope that you still

Want me, two weeks top

Then maybe, oh, I'll **** it

I've been saving face, changing all my clothes

Your hands reached deep

I start to fall

I just can't stop wasting all your time

Our hands form lines, as we grow old

If I could hold onto

The hope that you still

Want me, two weeks top

Then maybe, oh, I'll **** it up

If I could hold onto

The hope that you still

Want me, two weeks top

Then maybe, oh, I'll **** it

If I could hold onto

You once more

I'll say

I'll need you

Hold onto