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
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