Pland for Hands Lyrics

I tell you my life like a playwright,
Filling you in on all the characters and my relation to their plot lines.
I know you don’t care half the time but I keep the script alive
In hopes that one day you’ll let me write you in.

Picture you and me in the dark-
Biting lips and racing hearts.
Hands, hands, oh my hands.
They’ve got all of these plans.

Every word is tentative and everything could change.
Every word is tentative and we could change.