bare hands

cut me lose in mid-september

i was out of my element

started building up these walls

keeping everybody outside of them

like bare hands holding on to the wire

weeks pass

the earth is turning

things start swimming into focus

and now i'm rolling your words through my cheeks

like a mouth full of poison

i watch it all go up in the fire

you were feeling lonely

and you called me

hoping i'd be home

you're like a bad trip or a sick habit

i should've left it alone

you were feeling lonely

takin advantage

knowing i wouldn't say no

you're just a bad trip

i can't help it

wake up alone now it's december

there's snow out in the yard

a cold wind cutting through my jacket

as i drift up the boulevard

that sinking feeling creeping in again

no matter what i try

n i'm just waiting for a signal

i'm just staring down at my

bare hands holding on to the wire

good lord

i'm worn out

you know i'm always tired

bare hands holding on to the wire

yeah i'm always tired