Full-Handed

I've been sitting here a' wishin,' drawing pictures to pass the time

I've been dreaming of tomorrow, but you left us here with mom

It's not as bad as it may sound, we're much better with you gone

So I fill my empty heart with things that mean a lot drawing pictures in the dark

I'm full-handed, it's a lot to carry on

All you left were the pieces, I try to hold them on my own

I'm full-handed, when I asked you for some space

You took it as your ticket, you turned and walked away

When's the next time that I'll see you? It ain't been your weekend in a while

I've painted lots of nighttime skylines, I wish that I could paint a smile