Let's do something else this time
Once I get my romantic appetite
I was torn down to the studs
So my mind could be rewired
Only fearing what's above
We can rest when we're tired
These blistered hands favor functional plans
To prosper with her
Better days to come
At night her laces come untied
If she's empty, I'll fill her up right
Fingers combing her hair
Saying affirmations like
Ever since I met ya
You're my only type
These blistered hands favor functional plans
To prosper with her
Better days to come
That woman's his soon to be wife
She's a people person, with closed lips, he smiles
He gives her everything but reasons why
She shouldn't trust him by her side
His blistered hands favor functional plans
To prosper with her
Better days to come
Better days to come