The Left-Handed Way

Hold on- this is only the void from the things that we had.
Hold on- this is only the shit that you say when you're mad.
Hold on- this is oly the feeling I get from the ocean.
Hold on- these are only regrets from our plans put in motion.

Paper thin against a pen,
Like some skin against some scars,
Think back and remeber when
We fought for Back Bay bars,
Then lit out in seperate cars.
I feel like we could have it all
If we could keep it together,
And I feel that the left-handed way up to God is much better.