The Back Of Your Hand

When you give it up for gone,
but your still digging in the mire
And your staring out the window
saying everything will be just fine,
Keepin with whole affair
every word seems out of line
No matter what angle you get
its polished till it shines

Take a guess where I stand
pick a number one or two
Take a look at the back of your hand
just like you know it
you know me too.
And when you say who the hell am I living with,
What just went down
Where did this come from
Why are all my colors faded brown?
When did it change
And what's with the rage?
Who's the dude with the extra roll,
What's the verse, the line, the chapter, the page?

Take a guess where I stand
pick a number one or two
Take a look at the back of your hand
just like you know it
you know me too

You think you're alone without any place left to go
like you need one of those kisses long and slow
At fist glance it's not what it seems
but there's some things I just know,
Like you take two sugars with a splash of cream
you take a guess
Where I stand oh pick a number one or two
then take a look at the
back of your hand
just like you know it
you know me too
yeah like you know it
you know me too
just like you know it