Right As Rain

Was I left behind? Someone tell me, tell me I survived…
Don’t look so surprised that I’m home, but just for tonight
With rough hands and sore eyes…don’t speak, I am tired.
Let’s just live through this lie.

She says I swear too much…She says a lot of things
Well, I’d swear every other word if I could, for her, I’ll make an attempt.
Sometimes love isn’t about how much someone suits you…
But how much you’re willing to change to suit them.

All my bones are dust (Two people, too damaged, too much, too late)
And my heart sealed with rust (Two people, too damaged, too much, too late)
These hands will always be rough (Two people, too damaged, too much, too late)
I know this won’t count for much (Two people, too damaged, too much, too late)

One day my hands were too soft…One day she said, “I’m tired”.
One day her clothes were on my floor…One day empty bottles.
I’m not saying that she’s my last…I’m just saying that she could have been.
It doesn’t matter how rough these hands get…It doesn’t matter because I’m not her man.

Rough hands— rough days
Rough hands— rough nights
Rough hands— rough season
Rough hands— rough fights

All my bones are dust (Two people, too damaged, too much, too late)
And my heart sealed with rust (Two people, too damaged, too much, too late)
These hands will always be rough (Two people, too damaged, too much, too late)
I know this won’t count for much (Two people, too damaged, too much, too late)

Rough Hands by Alexisonfire