Mother, why is it that I'll someday have to break apart from all the things from my childhood? The collage is now broken But I can't throw it away These hands can't hold anything But there was a time when they held yours Be my last Won't you please Be my last I tried hard to work it out with friends who I wasn't used to I had fell in love by mistake These hands can't hold anything. How long have I been dreaming? No, it wasn't a mistake. With my hands Be my last Instead of being with you someday I'd rather just meet for an hour tonight. These hands can't hold anything. Who was the one who acted like they were all grown up?