The Back Of Your Hand

When you give it up for gone
But your still diggin in the mine
And your starin out the window
Sayin everything will be just fine
Keepin with the whole affair
Every word seems outta line
No matter what angle you get
It’s polish till it shine
So take a guess, where I stand
Pick a number, one to two
Take a look at the back of your hand
Just like ya know it, ya know me too
When ya say «Who the hell am I living with
What just went down?
Where did this come from, why are all my colors faded brown?
When did he change? What’s with the rage?
Who’s the dude with the extra role?
What’s the verse, the line, the chapter, the page?»
You think your lost without anyplace left to go
Like you need, one of those kisses, long and slow
First glance is not what it seems but theres some things that I just know
Like you take two sugars with a splash of cream
Yeah, like ya know it, you know me too
Just like ya know it, ya know me too