Sit On My Hands Lyrics - Shape - Frente

In my life, wasted 

Opinion, distracted 

Basically growing like vegetable 

Stowing the secret I already know 

One victim 

Reaction 

Waiting, wasted 

I sit on the table 

My life in a blink 

My head is revolting 

I shudder to think 

I sit on my hands 

You've taken my silence as total compiance 

How could you feel any other way? 

I'm spending my life and you're reading my lines out 

Why did I tell you how I play it? 

Wondering what if I crashed into feeling 

Could I get away with it? 

You've stolen my wallet with all of my soul in it 

Picking my pieces and pissing in my pocket 

I like you, we can't see 

I wish I could wake up 

You've stolen my wallet with all of my soul in it 

Picking my pieces and pissing in my pocket 

I sit on my hands