Lyrics
You're good for nothing
You said it once to me before
Found someone wiser, better
But that was just in my thoughts
Intrusive thoughts have gotten worser I should drink some water
Confuse myself as another
I've been feeling smaller
Smaller, smaller
I'm getting on it, I-I-I-I'm getting on it
I made a promise, I-I-I-I-I-I'm honest
A dime a dozen?
You, you're worth the compromises
You, you
I wanna be your right hand, wanna be your right hand, be your right hand
Rain hits the window
Only to see the other side is dry
Depicts a feeling of being torn between two sides
There's a side of me that closed another overpowers
One stays in bed asleep
Others counting hours
Hours, hours, 1-2-3-4
I'm getting on it, I-I-I-I'm getting on it
I made a promise, I-I-I-I-I-I'm honest
A dime a dozen?
You, you're worth compromises
You, you
I wanna be your right hand, wanna be your right hand, be your right hand
