Hand Habits - Flower glass

^Dm I know I'm not the ^Gpicture perfect ^Cvision made in your m^Find ^Dm I know I'm not the ^Gone you would've ^Cthought your love would l^Fook like ^Dm You're sifting through the^G pages of the^C book he left beh^Find ^Dm But you can't find the ^Greason when all the ^Cphrases re^Falign

^C I t^Emell it to y^Amou softly, it^Em's so terr^Gifying When I ^Fhold you like a flower, I ^Dmhold you like an hour glass ^CHold you like you're the ^Gonly thing I ^Fyearn

^Dm The feel seeps into ^Gdreaming, twisting c^Circles round in my h^Fand ^Dm It's harder to be^Glieve in all those ^Cawful things that ^Fthey have said ^Dm But when I see the ^Gdust is falling, I ^Cdon't want no one e^Flse ^Dm It's better to ^Gbelieve in something ^Cbigger than ours^Felves

^C I'll ^Emsing it to ^Amyou softly, it's^Em so terri^Gfying When I ^Fhold you like a flower, I ^Dmhold you like an hour glass ^CI hold you like you're the ^Gonly thing I ^Flove ^FWhen I hold you like a flower, I ^Dmdon't care how the hours pass ^CI hold you like it's the ^Gonly thing I ^Fknow

I ^Chold you like you're the ^Gonly thing I've ^Fever had I ^Chold you like you're the ^Gonly thing I've ^Fever even had I ^Chold you like it's the ^Gonly thing that would ^Fever last