Hands

I'm so angry

I feel sick

I've tried, I can't anymore

You're in my body

I'm afraid I

Can't use my hands anymore

I should take yours

I'll rip them off myself

I should take yours

I'll rip them off until they're mine

You are such a perfect pair

Take your hands and make them mine

I will wash you from my mouth

Until my lips are cracked and dry

Dry, Dry, Dry

Across the fence

You flash a smile and

Past me, you turn your head

I see you now

And through the glass I'm

I'm afraid you'll rip me up like a dress

I know you have

You and my love

Oh, you're such a perfect pair

I know you have

You're such a perfect pair

It's only fair

You are such a perfect pair

Take your hands and make them mine

I will wash you from my mouth

Until my lips are cracked and dry

Dry, Dry, Dry

Look at what has come of you leaving it

Look at what has come of me being this

Look at what has come of you leaving it

Like you said, there's no use believing it

You are such a perfect pair

Take your hands and make them mine

I will wash you from my mouth

Until my lips are cracked and dry

Dry, Dry, Dry

Dry, Dry, Dry

Dry, Dry, Dry

Dry, Dry, Dry