We left together, everyone knew

Watching me watch you from across the room

Kings would have killed for that same shade of blue

I would have died, too

Back at your house, back into place

Yeah, you got angry but that wasn't your way

I felt the crumbs in your bed far away

Up at the ceiling

And that was the same hand

That was the same hand

That was the same hand

That is yours

You played with me like a kid in a store

Like some eight-year-old asshole who will never be poor

Like his father and father and father before

Where nothing's off limits

And you liked to watch the way that I moved

When everything in me was trapped under you

And everything on me was across the room

Down by the bedsheets

And that was the same hand

That was the same hand

That was the same hand

That is yours

Don't look at me like you want me to cry

I might be upset but I'm not gonna die

Because who would take care of my mom if I fly

Onto the next thing