Space

Hands Like Houses

Compositor: Trenton Woodley

I must have walked a hundred miles in these old shoes
I tried to sell my soul, but both of them are worn through
I dragged my feet, you dragged my name and I'm sick of it

I always try to pick my battles but I never seem to win one
I've taken chances worse than one in a million
And I changed my tune, to play for you
I need space, I need space
I need space, I need space

I must have cut you somewhere underneath the surface
I don't know how, I only know I don't deserve this
I could not breathe, you would not leave, I'm sick of it

I always try to pick my battles but I never seem to win one
I've taken chances worse than one in a million
I lose myself when I'm with you
I need space, I need space
I need space, I need space

I said I needed some space, cause
I've got no time, got no patience
Living in fear and frustration
'Cause I'm still on your side

Yeah, I'm still on your side
I'm still on your side
Even though
I need space, I need space
I need space, I need space