Handle – Emily Hackett

If I would’ve shut my mouth
You’d still be on this couch
We would be binge-watching season three of stranger things by now
If I would’ve seen your side
You’d be asleep by mine
Instead of me trying to stay calm while a bomb’s going off in my mind

We’ve already said sorry
But the guilt has still got me thinking

I would kill to be
What you are for me
I’m ungracefully
Getting used to a man
A man who can handle me

Don’t know why I’m this way
My mouth goes before my brain
It’s like all the furniture fits, but a bit rearranged

I keep saying sorry
You just open your arms up to me

I would kill to be
What you are for me
I’m ungracefully
Getting used to a man
A man who can handle me

I would kill to be
What you are to me
I’m ungracefully
Getting used to a man
Getting used to a man, oh

I would kill to be
What you are to me
I’m ungracefully
Getting used to a man
A man who can handle me