Bad with My Hands - The High Strung

You say your heart is broken

You say the sky is split open

You say the sail’s unraveled

Along the seams

But I can’t sew, I can hardly tie a knot

The top, the bottom, it’s falling apart, and I know it’s the hits that smart

I know it’s a delicate thing for all

But I’ll get better, I will practice both my hands until they’re strong

Until I’m ambidextrous