Delicate Hands

You play hard to want
you’re hard to crumble up
I belong to someone already gone
hard to want
you’re hard to crumble up
I belong to someone gone before I was born

she’s was gone
she was gone before I was born

the last time we crossed
I held you under
wanting to feel you
wanting to breathe
and I thought
you wanted to feel like breathing

you have delicate hands
and I know why
you have delicate hands
and I know why

there’s nothing left to do
not when you
have the ocean for a view

the last time we crossed
I held you under
wanting to feel you
wanting to breathe
and I thought
you wanted to feel like breathing
and I thought
you wanted to feel like breathing

the weight of this hairstyle is making me lazy
I think I’m going to leave it up all night
I want to feed you butter-rum candy
but someone beat you to me
beat you to me
someone beat you to me

the last time we crossed
I held you under
wanting to feel you
wanting to breathe
and I thought
you wanted to feel like breathing

the last time we crossed
I held you under
wanting to feel you
wanting to breathe
and I thought
you wanted to feel like breathing