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Hands Like Houses

Hurricane

 

Hurricane


I'm bound up and broken
Caught out in the open
Tape over my mouth with so much left unsaid

Like gathering thunder
We spoke over each other
Now strangers tied to opposite sides of the bed

You say that I'm careless
Unkind and defensive
When all I want is someone there to hold me close

I don't mean to be heartless
I'm trying my hardest
To think before I speak, but I'm voiceless

I'll bide my time
Watch the hurricane blow by
And the clouds run dry
I'll bite my tongue
And hold on 'til my hands go numb
Or the quiet comes

Soaked through to my skin
But I don't feel any different
I'm a shivering mess of doubt and recklessness

I know it's my fault
I'm stuck out here in the cold
But it's hard letting go of what I wish you'd said

Cause you told me I'm careless
Unkind and defensive
When all I want is someone there to hold me close

I'll bide my time
Watch the hurricane blow by
And the clouds run dry
I'll bite my tongue
And hold on 'til my hands go numb
Or the quiet comes

Don't tell me I'm broken
As I'm blowing out to sea
Don't leave me high and dry
It's swirling over me
As I spin in slow motion
A tide of chattering teeth
Unravel and unwind

White-knuckled, nails torn from grasping the boards as the storm rages inside of me
Opened my mouth, tried to force something out, but I'm just too exhausted to speak

I'll bide my time
Watch the hurricane blow by
And the clouds run dry
I'll bite my tongue
And hold on 'til my hands go numb
Or the quiet comes

I'll bide my time
Watch the hurricane blow by
And the clouds run dry
I'll bite my tongue
And hold on 'til my hands go numb
Or the quiet comes

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