I bleed upon every straw
Every straw, you need, I bleed
You're blessed
Blessed with holy hands
If you could keep me together
I won't stay home
No, I never
I lie in a pool of spit and fear
But I won't stay weak
Or hurt or shattered
Holding on
Holding on
Forming hands, second skin
Funny skin, second hands
It's a life, paranoid
You're blessed with holy hands
If you could keep me together
I won't stay home
No, I never
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