Thumbs

Got out of the lake
It swallowed me
Saw you 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 my fingers, not the thumbs
Eight reasons why you're the one
It's easy to see that my worrying doesn't keep me from hurting