The Back of Your Hand

When you give it up for gone

But you're still digging in the mind

And you're staring out the window

Saying everything will be just fine

Keepin' with the whole affair

Every word seems out of line

No matter what angle you get

It's polished 'til it shines

Take a guess at where I stand

Pick a number, one to two

Take a look at the back of your hand

Just like you know it

You know me too

And when you say, who the hell am I living with?

What just went down?

Where did this come from?

Why are all my colours faded brown?

When did it change?

What's with the rage?

Who's the dude with the extra roll?

What's the verse, the line, the chapter, the page?

Take a guess at where I stand

Pick a number, one to two

Take a look at the back of your hand

Just like you know it

You know me too

You think you're alone without any place left to go

Like you need one of those kisses long and slow

First glance is not what it seems

But there's some things I just know

Like you take two sugars with a splash of cream

You take a guess at where I stand

Oh, pick a number, one to two

Then take a look

Back of your hand

Just like you know it

You know me too

Yeah, like you know it

You know me too

Just like you know it

You know me too