FORCED HANDS

I hate you for turning the past into present

That’s how wounds somehow transform into weapons

Cause I’ve never wanted to look back

There’s no light to be found in the black

So I never wanted to have this talk

Now you’ve forced my hand and you’ve made me walk

Away

Life, even love, is just history or imagined

By the time we notice, it’s already happened

Cause I’ve never wanted to look back

There’s no light to be found in the black

So I never wanted to have this talk

Now you’ve forced my hand and you’ve made me walk

Away