Write It on Your Hand - Marvelous 3

Don’t ask me, I just crawled in here on my hands and knees

I can’t see, from the fog on my glasses and sweating to death from the heat

It’s alright, I’ve been shit on before, I’ve had other doors slammed in my face

But it’s cool, I’ll just go back to school

And learn how to lie to you better

Let me write it on your hand

So you won’t forget

Forget just what you had

Go and write it on your hand

13 rings, and I picked up my cell phone and you gave me hell for awhile

About stupid things, like hanging out with that guy, and why the hell does he always smile

It’s alright, cuz my phone’s out of range, ain’t it funny and strange how

you’re fading away, I can’t hear what you say

I guess you can write me a letter