Broken Fingers

Shaking hands, there’s no other way to do this
It sheds light on the weight of perspective
To realize that I am just not capable
To make amends, sticks and stones will break my fall

We’re both in this together
So let’s tear each other apart
I’m holding on with broken fingers
These arms bend until they break

I have broken so many promises
Trust me, you can’t trust me
Wishing that I fit the job description
I, deceiver, consider this a final warning
Consider this

You always said you’d save the best for me
(You can’t trust me)
You always said you’d save the best for me
Why did this end so suddenly