Suitcase Swimmers

It seems to me you've quarantined your little hands

From ever interlocking with mine.

It seems to me you've quarantined your little heart

From ever setting foot up from the south.

And no medicine no therapy

Could ever fix this hole in me.

So I'm singing

Bye bye bye

And good for me my childhood house has fixed its glass

And covered all its cracks with styrofoam

But whoa is me my family will not grow back

What good is a pretty house with a broken home.

And no medicine no therapy

Could ever fix this hole in me.

So I'm singing

Bye bye bye

I I I I I finally understand that

I I I I I have a red right hand (???)

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Lyrics submitted by Nehemiah.