[Verse 1]
Your hands
You're holding up the world
Dressing pretty
To cover up the hurt
'Cause this place has treated you so unkind
Never really let you be a goddamn child

[Chorus]
Old enough to be your own mother
Strong enough to not miss your own father
Somehow growing older, you got lost in God's design
So you learned to be tough and fragile
At the same time
At the same time

[Verse 2]
Your hands
Made it all better
Beautiful
How you're holding it together
This wasn't what you signed up for but you kept on showing up
You raisеd yourself beyond the cloth from which you wеre cut

[Chorus]
Old enough to be your own mother
Strong enough to not miss your own father
Somehow growing older, you got lost in God's design
So you learned to be tough and fragile
At the same time