rough hands
April 28, 2008 by liyanamadihah
it’s alexisonfire. i edited it.
Was I left behind?
Someone tell me, tell me I survived
And don’t look so surprised
that I’m home, but just for tonight
With rough hands and sore eyes
So don’t speak, I am tired
Let’s just live through this lie
He says I swear too much
He says a lot of things
Well I’d swear every other word if I could
For him, 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
And my heart sealed with rust
These hands will always be rough
I know this won’t count for much
One day my hands were too soft
One day he said, "I’m tired"
One day his clothes were on my floor
One day, empty bottles
I’m not saying he’s my last
I’m just saying that he could have been
It doesn’t matter how rough these hands get
It doesn’t matter ’cause I’m not his man girl
Rough hands, rough days
Rough hands, rough nights
Rough hands, rough season
Rough hands, rough fights…
