Come down with it, you're expectations are so high
You leave a blank space and an image on my mind

We could rot together, but you wouldn't let me in
The distance, you're beside me I tried to comprehend

These are my hands, swollen and bruised but not as rough as yours
And my hard work is not worth more

I'll sing for myself now, you're the subject of it all
I guess I'm letting my guard down, The first hole in the dry wall
And there I said it, I guess I finally let you in
Why haven't you answered? I'm peeling back my sun burnt skin

These are my hands, swollen and bruised but not as rough as yours
And my hard work is not worth more

These are my hands, swollen and bruised but not as rough as yours
I can't breathe for you there are somethings you have to do for yourself

Wasted morals, you've gotta be questioned more because lately I've earned, some fucking answers from you
Time has it's curse it's always too late or too soon to be fragile and burned it could happen to anyone

These are my hands, swollen and bruised but not as rough as yours
And my hard work is not worth more
These are my hands, swollen and bruised but not as rough as yours
I can't breathe for you there are somethings you have to do for yourself