lilimboo

Was I left behind?
Someone tell me, tell me I survived and 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

He says I swear too much, he says a lot of things, well I'd swear every other word if I could for him, I'll make an attempt

Sometimes love isn't about how much someone suits you, but how much you're willing to change to suit them

All my bones are dust and my heart sealed with rust, these hands will always be rough
I know this won't count for much

One day my hands were too soft...
One day he said, "I'm tired"...
One day his clothes were on my floor...
One day, empty bottles...

I'm not saying he's my last
I'm just saying that he could have been
It doesn't matter how rough these hands get
It doesn't matter 'cause I'm not his girl

Rough hands, rough days
Rough hands, rough nights
Rough hands, rough season
Rough hands, rough fights...