Testo: Austin Crane. I Know My Hands. Make It Out.

Well I saw it, I don't believe it.
I've got proof, you want reasons
I got a letter in the mail today, it had a postscript twice arranged.

I fought it, I can't believe it.
I know truth is truth to demons.
I've got a fever and it's hot as day,
it's taught me lessons that I've burned away.

Well I stole, and I didn't need it.
I took a blessing dressed in sheepskin.
I've got a reason and its justified,
It's not her own, because its only right.

Well sometimes you just gotta take a hint.
Sometimes they never try to understand.
Sometimes just gotta help yourself.
Otherwise your never gonna make it, out.

Well I ran, but I can't beat it.
I grew fat off my deceiving.
I met an angel in a hotel.
My brother is running,
and he's mad as hell.

I smile and i don't mean it.
I've got a home and it's now leaning.
And I know I give her into taking.

He's got a plans for breaking,
My ribs,
My hands,
My will,
My love,
My time to kill.

Sometimes you've just gotta take a hint.
Sometimes you're never gonna understand.
Sometimes you just gotta love yourself.
Otherwise your never gonna make it out.

So in the morning, now it shines your face.
It covers all those plans I've made.
So sit down, baby don't cry.
I'm the one who told you all the time
that I'm still trying too

Well I made it, I couldn't keep it.
I contact with your defeated,
Brother in a foreign country.
I don't know what he sees.

Well i smile, and god I mean it.
I've got a home and its not leaning.
I know I give her into taking
He runs a river through the plans I'm making.

Well sometimes you've gotta take a hint.
Sometimes you never understand.
Sometimes you gotta ask for help.
Otherwise you're never gonna make it out

(Thanks to Stephanie for these lyrics)