The Hands I’d Rather Let Go Of

It was a tiny drop of water in the sea of my life
Somehow made the biggest tide in my chest
Which gets to me more the further I'm away
But you're down below the seventh sky with false hope in between

All the pinky promises we made, I remember them [A]all
I never thought I'd put expectations on [C7]such childish gesture
With all [Em]the wishes we make we could have done so much more
But saying good bye with hope is better than nothing at all

I gotta leave, I gotta go, 
There's nothing here for [Dm7]me no more
As our time slips further from my [A]grasp
Your words keep pulling me back
But my [A]mind's made up
I gotta be
Somewhere that i can just be [Am]me

Remember the time at the ICU, my [A]wounds were freshly sewn
You worried much if I ever ɾecover from the sedative
And I knew your hand [Bm]was [Am7]the one I would ɾather squeeze
Than to [C7]never hold again at all