Small Hands Keaton Henson

[Verse 1]
Miss you terribly already
Miss the space between your eyelids
Where I'd stare through awkward sentences
And void through awkward silence

[Verse 2]
Miss your teeth when they chatter
When we smoked out in my garden
When we couldn't sleep for all the heat
Soft talk began to harden

[Verse 3]
Miss your small hands in the palm of mine
The fact they're good at making
Miss you sitting up incessantly
And the fact you're always waking in the night
The night

[Refrain]
And I
I hope for your life
You forget about mine
Forget about mine

[Verse 4]
Miss your teeth dug in my shoulder
As we rolled in early morning
Miss your arm dying beneath me
As I lay there, simply yawning