My Hands Make me Sick Lyrics

I'm smoking, my hands make me sick

But not because of cigarettes, I like the smell

But it reminds me of how you tasted and felt

I'm always looking at my screen

Bored in the city I once loved, but now I don't

Not since you swore you had to

Stay

I can't find a single reason for you to leave

Besides all the ones I shoved underneath my covers

Wait

I don't want you to start to ponder or start to think

About all the things I said before I recover

I'm just a fragile figure

I wait for my worries to grow bigger

I know what I need's out front

But what if the backyard has what I want

What if I like to be associated with the person I told you I hated

Even if you want the opposite

In a strange little house nobody shares

Bodies moving all around, we're the only two upstairs

if they even knew, would they care

Who would they kill first, me or you

I keep my eyes down on my screen

I don't wanna risk the consequence of looking up right

And hearing how you feel with the look of your eyes

I'm just a fragile figure

I wait for my worries to grow bigger

I know what I need's out front

But what if the backyard has what I want

What if I like to be associated with the person I told you I hated

Even if you want the opposite