wind whipped in Chicago I told you how I probably broke my hand way back in high school
didn't do anything about it so it didn't heal right
on bad days it goes all numb and tingly
most of the time it's fine though

you didn't think that was really okay, said I should talk to a doctor about it
you always made taking care of myself seem so reasonable,
so easy

you slipped into my life and I was hopeless
knew right away that I never wanted to let you go
so I'll hold onto you with my aching wrist
as you handle me gently
and I love you in every soft way I know