Empty Handed from The Box by Natalie Mishell

Think I should see a doctor or maybe just visit my mother, oh god, I need some help
Sara tells me I’m just a lover and Taryn tells me don’t be a liar, liars never help themselves
I’m not one to count my bruises, I’m not the kind of girl to make lame excuses, It’s just the cards I was dealt

And I’m walking blinded by the morning, empty handed on a road I can’t find
and I’m sick and tired of always losing, looking for answers in a cheap bottle of wine
it’s not my time

I’v had pain and love and tears, plenty of rage and too much fear and I fucked a lot of shit up over the years
walking on a fine line now I got everything to lose and still want out there’s an anchor in my chest keeping me here


And I’m walking blinded by the morning, empty handed on a road I can’t find
and I’m sick and tired of always losing, looking for answers in a cheap bottle of wine
it’s not my time

think it’s time to go, leave the place I call my home, and it’s not, it’s not your fault,
thinks it’s time to say goodbye, to the voice inside me that sucks me dry, and it’s not, it’s not your fault

And I’m walking blinded by the morning, empty handed on a road I can’t find
and I’m sick and tired of always losing, looking for answers in a cheap bottle of wine
it’s not my time

• Acoustic
• Alt County
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