i don’t know what to do with my hands
i don't know what to do with my hands
when they’re not holding u
so i walk to u,
but one mile becomes six days
& i never even left my bed
so i drive to u,
but the ice ate my car
& i forgot how to drive
so i fly to u,
but there’s no airport between us
& i’m afraid of heights
i want to send u my hands in the mail
because they’re useless to me without u
i don’t know what to do with my hands
when they’re not holding u
so i cut them off