Crying in the Mancinos Parking Lot
There's so many different ways
To make a heart out of your hands
I'm so sorry that I never learned how
And maybe if I had
And I had been less sad
You'd be holding these hands right now
I'm sorry I made you think
That I couldn't feel your love
I made you feel useless
Cause I'm so fucked up
And I couldn't fix it
And neither could you
Nothing either of us said
Could get each other through

So now I'll cry into my Italian Grinder
And I'll save the other half of it for later
And I'll scream into my pillow cause we're not together
Even though it's so pathetic
And I'll grow to regret it
I will scream until my lungs collapse
I will bend until I break my back
Just so I can get some sleep tonight
And I'll fall deep into sickly sweet dreams of you
Wake up feeling saccharine and blue oh
How many nights like this till I get over you
Or until I accept the facts that my life is through
Cause there's so many different ways
To make a heart out of your hands
I'm so sorry that I never learned how
Maybe if I had
And I had been less sad
You'd be holding these hand's right now