Something To Do With My Hands Lyrics - Her Space Holiday

You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired 

You've got your mother's cheekbones and your father's crooked smile 

Forget all those places that you've never really been 

And all those situations you somehow found yourself in 

Let your body sink into me, like your favorite memory 

Like a line of poetry or a fuckin' fit of honesty 

I'll do my best to keep you, keep you sleepy as the south 

With my old watch on your wrist and my thumbs inside your mouth 

Suck on my fingertips until' you kill all my prints 

So your boyfriend has no clue of how much I've been touching you 

My problem with me is my problem with you 

It doesn't take much for me to come unglued 

I put my headphones on and hear your favorite songs 

And it kills me to know that this won't be one of them 

You know it saves me to think even for a little while 

I owned the set of shoulders that you came to rely on 

Like in that movie theater when you whispered in my ear 

I almost didn't make it, this has been my hardest year 

Your job is killing you, faster than a cancer could 

So now you're giving up, like they always said you would 

You've got that old map out now and you found the farthest town 

You hope that if you're lucky this is where you'll settle down 

I don't care where you move, I don't care if it's far 

All that I ask is that I know where you are 

In case our timing is right, in case you need more from me 

Than a bit of advice or a tongue full of sympathy 

You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired 

You've got your mother's cheekbones and your father's crooked smile 

Forget all those places that you've never really been 

And all those situations you somehow found yourself in 

Let your body sink into me, like your favorite memory 

Like a line of poetry or a fuckin' fit of honesty 

I'll do my best to keep you, keep you sleepy as the south 

With my old watch on your wrist and my thumbs inside your mouth 

Suck on my fingertips until' you kill all my prints 

So your boyfriend has no clue of how much I've been fucking you