Testo Out Of Your Hands

You had a bad day, quarter in the ashtray
Somethin' left a bad taste, no, no, no
And on the next day, never left the bedframe
Livin' in your head space, no, no, no

And I fuck things up just like you
And I drank through every last excuse
I took my shots, but no one's bulletproof
'Cause some things are out of your hands
And some things are just in your head
We act like we don't give a damn
But sometimes we just can't pretend

You had a pipe dream, bottle full of lightning
Gave it up at nineteen, no, no, no
Commiserated, colors get too faded
Bleeding through the painting, no, no, no

And I fuck things up just like you
And I drank through every last excuse
I took my shots, but no one's bulletproof
'Cause some things are out of your hands
And some things are just in your head
We act like we don't give a damn
But sometimes we just can't pretend

Nights when my shadows coalesce
And I'm way too fucking stressed
I remember when you said (One, two, three, come on)

Some things are out of your hands
And some things are just in your head
We act like we don't give a damn
But sometimes we just can't pretend (Can't pretend)

(Sometimes we just can't pretend)
(Out of your hands)
(Out of your hands)