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