thumbs

thumbs
Got out of the [?] lake
It swallowed me
So you're standing by the tree
I can feel a sensation
Of the things that keep me on my knees
Do I impress with intelligence
Would that make me more elegant
My skin isn't porcelain
Not the best sense of etiquette
Count the fingers not the thumbs
Eight reasons why you're the one
Its easy to see that my worrying doesn't keep me from hurting