Terrible Hands

You stay out all night
I know cash is king
Why my surprise? I just don't know
You never, ever get me home

You call her my name (name)
Christening my jealousy
Fumble the edges of this skin
I guess I thought it was our thing, you know?

And your heart's in mine, but you tell me all the time
I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands
Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands
Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands

You tell me some heavy shit
Your eyes roll back into your head a bit
I think you know to some degree
I'd take the bad parts of you over the good in me

Uh-oh, they say I'm a joke and it's sad because I know
I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands
Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands
Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands
Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands

"We've never seen any of those love scenes
It's always been, Jesus, I either putting a skillet to her bottom
Or dragging her through sheep stuff in Ireland
But she always ends up looking beautiful
She - there's no way to make her not beautiful"

Terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands
Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands
Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands
Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands