The couch is an island
A desert oasis
The room is a spaceship
And you're an undiscovered planet
I push the hair out of my eyes
I pull the blanket around me
I bite my nails, scratch my shoulder
I peel the label off the bottle
And tear it into tiny pieces
I don't know what to do with my hands
I don't know what to do with my hands
Maybe the phone will ring
And then I'll get to answer it
A momentary distraction
I can't predict your reaction to my touch
I could sit here all night
Our knees almost touching
But not ever quite
I don't know what to do with my hands
I don't know what to do with my hands
I don't know what to do with my hands
I don't know what to do with my hands
I can't decide on a channel
I'm just flipping around, maybe you can choose
Maybe "some kind of monster"
Maybe I just don't know how to reach out
Reach out
I don't know what to do with my hands
I don't know what to do with my hands
I don't know what to do with my hands
I don't know what to do with my hands
I kind of want it to stay this way
No wrong moves, no mistakes
Nothing lost, nothing broken
Like a boat on a windless ocean
I kind of want it to stay this way
No wrong moves no mistakes
Nothing lost nothing broken
Like a boat on a windless ocean
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
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