Things Will Get Worse lyrics
by Harrison Gordon
I'm in terrible shape
Indenting a twin size mattress we both knows seen better days
Drifting off in space
I slept in my clothes
I have no self control
I can barely recognize my own face
And you say that you don't get it
Well you probably never will
Your pedantic grabs at compassion
Come up shorter ever still
And I hope
That things will get worse
And I hope
I'll beat you into the dirt
So take all my money and all of my clothes
But leave my guitars
I'll play 'em when I'm a ghost
Well you saw me again
And you ask what I'm thinking
I'm back on thе meds
And I've been doing less drinking
I know it's good for my hеalth
But why can't I fetishize destroying myself?
Another New Years resolution
Failed by January fifth
Another batch of epic excuses
Cmon man get a grip
Oh, cmon man get a grip
And I hope
That things will get worse
And I hope
I'll beat you into the dirt
So take all my money and all of my clothes
But leave my guitars
I'll play 'em when I'm a ghost
And I hope
And I hope