I could pick 100 pockets, put your picture in a locket,
Hold open every door or slam them in your face.
I could put it on the table, flick the finger in the middle,
I could show you I’m unstable or offer up some grace.

But not with these hands (3x)
Could I fix my own heart

I could hail down a taxi, touch your arm in the backseat,
I could point out exactly where you wanna go.
I could comfort you in sadness or enable you to madness,
I could teach the masterclass on pissing people off.

But not with these hands (3x)
Could I fix my own heart

I’m not done yet. Are you having fun yet?
I’m not done yet unless you’re having fun. (Many times)