Lonely Hands Lyrics

I've pulled a few fast ones This time I'll stick around Sister, I've shot my mouth off I apologise A disappointment repeatedly, I am well aware That my observations lack insight Much like my conversations My motivations run dry I break into the distance I'll wear my shame on my sleeve I'm shaking in resistance Trying not to make a scene Only lonely hearts know where lonely hands go I've played a few good hands This long line of bad blood hangs like a noose I wear with pride I apologise The degredation of being meek I am well aware It's suffice to say that a lack of foresight is dibilitating This beholder is blind Excuse the mess, excuse the awkwardness I know you're not impressed Regardless of my attempts to straighten-out a little My absence of hope is second only to my absence of will

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