Someday Songtext
von Fitz and the Tantrums
Someday Songtext
Pastels and conversations
Dry wells of validation I can change
I′m tellin' you, I can change
I drank and drained your patience
′Til my humiliation left a stain
I'm tellin' you, I can change
I called late and I missed your birthday
I′m always showin′ up in bad shape
I'm sick of myself and I know it sounds lame
I know it don′t help, but I'll make it up someday
Oh, someday
You know I wish I did the right thing in the first place
But give me more time, I can make this all okay
′Cause someday
I'm gonna get my shit back together, baby
Yeah, I promise that I′ll make it up someday
I send you flowers, but I'm not naive
It's more than the words that you pin on my sleeve
If I make you sour, then you′re gonna leave
Then you′re gonna leave
I think about how happy we can be sometimes
I think about the times that I got it all right
Is that enough to keep you here hangin' on tight?
When I say I′ll make it up someday
Oh, someday
You know I wish I did the right thing in the first place
But give me more time, I can make this all okay
'Cause someday
I′m gonna get my shit back together, baby
Yeah, I promise that I'll make it up someday, someday
I called late and I missed your birthday
I′m always showin' up in bad shape
I'm sick of myself and I know it sounds lame
I know it don′t help, but I′ll make it up someday
Oh, someday
You know I wish I did the right thing in the first place
But give me more time, I can make this all okay
'Cause someday
I′m gonna get my shit back together, baby
Yeah, I promise that I'll make it up someday, someday
I′m gonna get my shit back together, baby
Yeah, I promise that I'll make it up someday
Dry wells of validation I can change
I′m tellin' you, I can change
I drank and drained your patience
′Til my humiliation left a stain
I'm tellin' you, I can change
I called late and I missed your birthday
I′m always showin′ up in bad shape
I'm sick of myself and I know it sounds lame
I know it don′t help, but I'll make it up someday
Oh, someday
You know I wish I did the right thing in the first place
But give me more time, I can make this all okay
′Cause someday
I'm gonna get my shit back together, baby
Yeah, I promise that I′ll make it up someday
I send you flowers, but I'm not naive
It's more than the words that you pin on my sleeve
If I make you sour, then you′re gonna leave
Then you′re gonna leave
I think about how happy we can be sometimes
I think about the times that I got it all right
Is that enough to keep you here hangin' on tight?
When I say I′ll make it up someday
Oh, someday
You know I wish I did the right thing in the first place
But give me more time, I can make this all okay
'Cause someday
I′m gonna get my shit back together, baby
Yeah, I promise that I'll make it up someday, someday
I called late and I missed your birthday
I′m always showin' up in bad shape
I'm sick of myself and I know it sounds lame
I know it don′t help, but I′ll make it up someday
Oh, someday
You know I wish I did the right thing in the first place
But give me more time, I can make this all okay
'Cause someday
I′m gonna get my shit back together, baby
Yeah, I promise that I'll make it up someday, someday
I′m gonna get my shit back together, baby
Yeah, I promise that I'll make it up someday
Writer(s): James King, Michael Fitzpatrick, Jeremy Ruzumna, Matthew Koma, John Wicks, Noelle A Scaggs, Joseph Karnes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com