Things Will Get Worse lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm in terrible shape
Indenting a twin size mattress we both know seen better days
Drifting off in space
I slept in my clothes
I have no self-control
I can barely recognize my own face

[Pre-Chorus]
And you say that you don't get it
Well you probably never will
Your pedantic grabs at compassion
Come up shorter ever still

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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?
[Pre-Chorus]
Another New Years resolution
Failed by January fifth
Another batch of epic excuses
C'mon man get a grip
Oh, c'mon man get a grip

[Chorus]
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