The High Strung
Bad with My Hands
You say your heart is broken
You say the sky is split open
You say the sail's unraveled
Along the seams
But I can't sew, I can hardly tie a knot
The top, the bottom, it's falling apart, and I know it's the hits that smart
I know it's a delicate thing for all
But I'll get better, I will practice both my hands until they're strong
Until I'm ambidextrous