was i left behind?
someone tell me, tell me i survived.
don't look so surprised that i'm home, but just for tonight.
with rough hands and sore eyes
so don't speak, i am tired.
let's just live through this lie.
she says i swear too much,
she says a lot of things,
well i'd swear every other word if i could
for her i'll make an attempt.
sometimes love isn't about how much somone suits you
but how much you're willing to change to suit them.
all my bones are dust
two people, too damaged, too much, too late
and my heart's sealed with rust
two people, too damaged, too much, too late
these hands will always be rough
two people, too damaged, too much, too late
i know this won't count for much
two people, too damaged, too much, too late
one day my hands were too soft,
one day she said, "i'm tired".
one day her clothes were on my floor,
one day, empty bottles.
well i'm not saying she's my last.
i'm just saying that she could have been,
it doesn't matter how rough these hands get.
it doesn't matter cause i'm not her man.
all my bones are dust (rough hands, rough days)
two people, too damaged, too much, too late
and my heart's sealed with rust (rough hands, rough season)
two people, too damaged, too much, too late
these hands will always be rough (rough hands, rough days)
two people, too damaged, too much, too late
i know this won't count for much (rough hands, rough season)
two people, too damaged, too much, too late
