Other Than - Homeshake

Walk a little different these days

Seems like things are going my way I guess

Still could stand to talk a little less

Maybe it’s the pain in my chest

Book is by the side of my bed

Probably read my phone instead of it

Stubborn like I’d never admit

Showing up alone like this

I don’t need anything

Anything other than

Touch of my angel’s hand

Whenever she can lend

Tryna do a little bit more

Is it gonna work out?

Well sure it is

Any everything ya insist

Talk it like I never miss

Chewing on my fingers again

Habit isn’t leaving no end to it

Landed on my head and it split

No one’s laying low like this

I don’t need anything

Anything other than

Touch of my angel’s hand

Whenever she can lend