Your Own Hands Lyrics

Remember when we were young?
Summer days out in the sun
And by the pool
You would joke and act the fool
Memories of me and you

But time it passes by
Haven't seen you in a while
Last I heard
You were well and married
I would've called
But I guess I've been busy

I heard a sound
It was the phone
I picked it up
And said hello
The words i heard
I don't understand
You had died
By your own hands

I'm used to it
I'm used to it
The way the we come and go
I'm used to it
I'm used to it
This sorrow in my soul

Hey baby, are you used to it?
Because I'm used to it
The way we come and go
I'm used to it
I'm used to it
This aching in my soul