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