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