"Right Hand Man" lyrics

I'm becoming your first-hand, right-hand centre piece
You're leaning on me for a deep-down inner peace
I'm slipping away
The pressures making me bleed
Calling on new-world, made-up deities
To fashion a last-ditch new-love tourniquet
I'm slipping away
The pressures making me bleed

Did you get my invite?
I wanna throw a party
Then move out to the badlands
And never speak again

You wore my favourite t-shirt
Then threw it in the garbage
Said I was a handful
Made me your other limb
Save my breath 'cause there's no point in talking
I'm a thought inside your head
All my words leave you so disappointed
Without a warning

I'm becoming your first-hand, right-hand centre piece
You're leaning on me for deep-down inner peace
I'm slipping away
The pressures making me bleed
Calling on new-world, made-up deities
To fashion a last-ditch new-love tourniquet
I'm slipping away
The pressures making me bleed

I'll stay the night
And pick a fight
24 hours in the day, and I can't give you all of mine
Tell me you notice your ways

I walk away
From the things that beg of me
Explain the ways my hands fill up easily
Biting to drive my point home

I'm becoming your first-hand, right-hand centre piece
You're leaning on me for deep-down inner peace
I'm slipping away
The pressure's making me bleed
Calling on new-world, made-up deities
To fashion a last-ditch new-love tourniquet
I'm slipping away
The pressure's making me bleed