i wanna be your right hand

You're good for nothing
You said it once to me before
Found someone wiser, better
But that was 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's 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