Bitterpants - Out of My Hands

Well I don't know where you're coming from
I don't know why you're calling
But really what did you think I'd say
What were you expecting

I've got little to offer
I've got little that's all my own
I've got little to offer
All your problems are all your own

It's out of my hands, out of my hands
It's up to you now darlin
Its out of my hands, out of my hands
It's up to you now

We grew up together, now we're on our own
Took the road less traveled, there's no goin' home

How many times have you found yourself
In this same situation
You never learn
You never change one bit
What were you expecting

I've got little to offer
I've got little that's all my own
I've got little to offer
All your problems are all your own

It's out of my hands, out of my hands
It's up to you now darlin
Its out of my hands, out of my hands
It's up to you now

We grew up together, now we're on our own
Took the road less traveled, there's no goin' home

Written by:
Chelsea Kossiver, Matt Martell, Nicholas Minniti, Ryan Maker

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