Hands

These hands do what I want them to

Fight and pray and reach for you

Make you smile, make you mourn

And leave you lonely and alone

I remember how it used to be

With you lying next to me

You held on like you knew

A day would come when you'd slip through

Cause I'm a handful of trouble

A fistful of regret

Baby, I know I put you out

Like a half-lit cigarette

I want so bad to hold you

But it's something I can't do

Cause I'm afraid these hands are made

For letting go of you

I'm the first to say that I'm a fool

It's got nothing to do with you

I can't begin to tell you why

It feels so good to wave goodbye

Cause I'm a handful of trouble

A fistful of regret

Baby, I know I put you out

Like a half-lit cigarette

I want so bad to hold you

But it's something I can't do

Cause I'm afraid these hands are made

For letting go of you

Cause I'm a handful of trouble

A fistful of regret

Baby, I know I put you out

Like a half-lit cigarette

I want so bad to hold you

But it's something I can't do

Cause I'm afraid these hands are made

For letting go of you

I'm afraid these hands are made

For letting go of you

I'm afraid these hands are made

For letting go of you