On Our Hands

And then I was gone Just as soon I had reappeared Dusted in down Leaving but enjoying just how unclear Things can be Oh how things will be (Deadly) I left a mark You had to tell me how you liked it And how I speak too dark Peddle backwards over words I've said With no regret Now on our hands We might even have a chance Now on our hands If you'd even call it that Would you call it a shot? We can line it up as best we can Catch up on phone Leave me reeling with these memories And talk of home (Physically) And then I was gone Did it feel the same for you as me? Is it so wrong? Questions tumble through my head like this Constantly Use me Won't you use me Use me Don't you lose me Now on our hands We might say we have a chance Now on our hands Baby let's just call it that