Other Than Lyrics

Walk a little different these days
Seems like things are going my way I guess
Still could stand to talk a little less
Maybe it's the pain in my chest
Book is by the side of my bed
Probably read my phone instead of it
Stubborn like I’d never admit
Showing up alone like this

I don't need anything
Anything other than
Touch of my angel's hand
Whenever she can lend

Tryna do a little bit more
Is it gonna work out? Well sure it is
Any everything ya insist
Talk it like I never miss
Chewing on my fingers again
Habit isn’t leaving no end to it
Landed on my head and it split
No one's laying low like this

I don't need anything
Anything other than
Touch of my angel's hand
Whenever she can lend