Red Right Hand

from On Corners & Shapes by Quiet Company

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I hope you don’t think I give a fuck.
I hope you don’t think I give a fuck.
But now and then I start to see it.

I’m always trying to give it up.
I’m always trying to give it up.
But it’s not so easy to abandon

It's the orneriest branch in the spoke of the plan, as I am going to town with my red right hand, I'm tired of spilling the seed of a celibate man.
Give me life, give me lust, take me home.

I will decide when you’ve had enough
I hope you know I’m inclined to be generous
You’re such a sweetheart I’ll eat you up

Oh, I just want you no make-up on.
All I want on the couch in your living room
Is just to see what our bodies do...
What you do to me, what I’ll do to you

And it’s the process of pulling a heart from a chest, as she whispers my name, as I’m tasting her breast
It’s just a product of living a life so repressed.
We get off, then I go home alone.

I hope you don’t think I give a fuck.
I hope you don’t think I give a fuck.

I am the prodigal brother, the lion, the lamb
I am a snake in the grass and a bird in the hand
b/c there’s a change in the tide, there’s a shift in the wind, and I'm tired of being alone.
Give me life, give me lust, take me home.
Give me life, give me lust, take me...

I hope you don’t think I give a fuck.
I hope you don’t think I give a fuck.

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from On Corners & Shapes, released February 1, 2019

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