My hands are full I'm drowning Is it terrible to say I have no purpose And I probably deserve this And I'm so cold Will you please hold me Or at least get me a blanket or a jacket Cause I've just about had it But how are you Are you still dying Oh, I want to pack a suitcase Go a place where you feel safe And I'd do it If I had enough money But oh, there's just so many secrets And you've been pushing me away for way too long And that way is gonna lead straight to the end of us My hands are full She said she wants to cut her hair You think she wants it short because of me (Yeah that's a possibility) I can acknowledge all she's going through Those years were hard for me too Sometimes it feels like I have custody I blame my lonesomeness on unavailability We are getting older and growing closer to flourishing apart It's just we are getting older and growing closer too Flourishing Apart Sorry I said that on your birthday We argue cause we're unhappy And our fights are fucking fruitless We can't keep doing this