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’s 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.

well i’m not saying 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 cause i’m not her man.

rough hands
rough days,
rough hands
rough nights,
rough hands,
rough season,
rough hands,
rough fights…