Warm in My Hands
Style: Acoustic soul

[Verse 1]
Wool mittens, a bag going soft with grease
Still I hold it like it's gold
Some things you keep without a reason
Some warmth you never let go cold

[Pre-chorus]
I've held plenty of things in my life
But none of them held me back
None of them knew my name

[Chorus]
Rosalie, you're the warm in my hands
You're the thing I wasn't told to keep
Slowly, you became my favourite habit
Rosalie, you're the reason that I sleep

[Verse 2]
You laugh like the bag might tear
Careful, like good things always spill
Natalie could never make me feel this
You just do, and you always will

[Pre-chorus]
I've held plenty of things in my life
But none of them held me back
None of them knew my name

[Chorus]
Rosalie, you're the warm in my hands
You're the thing I wasn't told to keep
Slowly, you became my favourite habit
Rosalie, you're the reason that I sleep

[Bridge]
Nobody teaches you how to hold on
You just grip and hope it stays
I'm not letting go of this one
Not today, not any of my days

[Chorus]
Rosalie, you're the warm in my hands
You're the thing I wasn't told to keep
Slowly, you became my favourite habit
Rosalie, you're the reason that I sleep

[Outro]
My mittens are worn thin from holding
But I never once thought to let go

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