Two Hands

It's Tuesday I can, I get no relief

I'm flying out there, hitting on the street

Neighbor waiting, he rates the girls out of ten

Oh, your two good hands thinking that I understand

She is something that you can't handle

Can't tie down

One pregnant, one polyamorous

"Fuck this", she said and left

You were my "I don't know why" love

Oh, your two good hands getting too good at pretend

She is something that you can't handle

Can't tie down

Can't tie down, my star fell a little bit

Can't tie down, I'll adjust but that is it

It's not enough to quit

My mother pulled the shark from the sea

And cut her love line to ribbons

To think that all that happened to me was you

Oh, your two good hands never really stood a chance

She is something that you can't handle

Can't tie down

To think that they told me to watch out for you

And I'm the one poised to shoot through

No that sound is heaven snapping shut

Oh, your two good hands thinking that I understand

She is something that you can't handle

Can't tie down

Can't tie down

I keep my tears to myself

Can't tie down

I'm not a little do or tell

A holiday