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hole
© 2013 tracy grammer music


oh andy i'm afraid i don't know what i'm made of any more
i can't make sense of all these shatterlings upon the bedroom floor
there'll be no sleeping here, just blurs of sorrow through the open door
shoulda warned those boys about me, shoulda warned those boys

i never mean to but somehow i always spill the loving cup
it's in some passionate exchange, it's in the way i don't let up
cannot trust myself in love, seems i always fuck it up
better warn those boys about me, better warn those boys

i bruise them, every one
there's a hole in the palm of my love
i cut them and they run
there's a hole in the palm of my love

my first love wouldn't tell me why he changed his mind about our plans
some vicious word i spoke just burned the gold right off the wedding bands
he kept it to himself and now the ash is flying through my hands
shoulda warned that boy about me

and andy, i'm afraid this story's gonna play out like the rest
i'll take this broken bird and hold him to my hopeful heaving chest
sing the mountain down while god remains oblique and unimpressed
shoulda warned that boy about me

'cause i bruise them, every one
there's a hole in the palm of my love
i cut them and they run
through a hole in the palm of my love

and when they lock me up oh andy will you throw away the key
no need to talk about the girl i was and the wife i'll never be
let them cut the sword from underneath my tongue and set me free
and say something good about me, say something good

cause i bruised them, every one
there's a hole in the palm of my love
i cut them and they run
through the hole in the palm
there's a sword under my tongue
and a hole in the palm of my love