This is my worst, this is my worst phone call from home.
I need to be, I need to be oh so happy but I can't.
Distractions, they distract me, from a life that I'm not living.
Come out and come down, cause outsides so cold without you and -
I've got my hands tied, I've got my hands tied.
Behind my back.
So this is where you'll find me, at the bottom of this canvas.
I'm yet to scratch the surface, trust me that I've earned it.
And I wish you never told me what I didn't want to hear.
Well I guess that makes me a lier cause I whispered in your ear.
I've got my hands tied, I've got my hands tied.
Behind my back.
I place my palms into the sky, cause I'm not sure if its raining,
There's not a cloud in the sky.
But still, I feel like somethings got me, it's pulling me down.
It's pulling me down.