Right Hand Man Paroles

To fashion a last-ditch new-love tourniquet
I’m slipping away
The pressure’s making me bleed

Did you get my invite?
I wanna throw a party
Then move out to the badlands
And never speak again

You wore my favourite t-shirt
Then threw it in the garbage
Said I was a handful,
Made me your other limb

Save my breath cause there’s no point in talking
I’m a thought inside your head
All my words leave you so disappointed
Without a warning

I’m becoming your first-hand right-man centerpiece Calling on new-world, made-up deities
To fashion a last-ditch new-love tourniquet
I’m slipping away
The pressure’s making me bleed

I’ll stay the night
And pick a fight
24 hours in the day and I can’t give you all of mine
Tell me you notice your ways

I walk away
From the things that beg of me
Explain the ways my hands fill up easily
Biting to drive my point home

I’m becoming your first-hand right-man centerpiece
You’re leaning on me for deep down inner peace
I’m slipping away
The pressure’s making me bleed

Calling on new-world, made-up deities
To fashion a last-ditch new-love tourniquet
I’m slipping away
The pressure’s making me bleed