Holding onto the last regret I may have, Ill bring this cancer to my lips, These cravings cause this wrath, And these hands are here to save me. Rough, cut and drawn upon, Holding a cigarette between my thumbs, A symbol of everything, That is always going wrong In one hand I hold a gun The other the always obvious Easier way out, And I suck in This air that you frown upon As I fall to the ground I reach out Trying to save myself, and I catch This fall with my hands, I land on my palms The gun falls to my side, This cancer is finally lost. Looking, searching, barely conscious, I see your face, and I reach out to touch You back away, I suppose no one Could ever understand this much. Take my answers tossing them to the side Holding my body, I can read your eyes Pain fills my heart, and sorrow my soul When I feel you reaching into These hands that lost control.