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 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