Hands

These hands do what I want them to Fight and pray and reach for you Make you smile, make you mourn And leave you lonely and alone I remember how it used to be With you lying next to me You held on like you knew A day would come when you'd slip through Cause I'm a handful of trouble A fistful of regret Baby, I know I put you out Like a half-lit cigarette I want so bad to hold you But it's something I can't do Cause I'm afraid these hands are made For letting go of you I'm the first to say that I'm a fool It's got nothing to do with you I can't begin to tell you why It feels so good to wave goodbye Cause I'm a handful of trouble A fistful of regret Baby, I know I put you out Like a half-lit cigarette I want so bad to hold you But it's something I can't do Cause I'm afraid these hands are made For letting go of you Cause I'm a handful of trouble A fistful of regret Baby, I know I put you out Like a half-lit cigarette I want so bad to hold you But it's something I can't do Cause I'm afraid these hands are made For letting go of you I'm afraid these hands are made For letting go of you I'm afraid these hands are made For letting go of you