The Worst Is yet to Come

There is no safer place

Than in between cold embraces

Say it again

I like how you work my name

Embroidering the pain

On every speck of skin

The distance has been not so kind; I curse this caveat

And the temperatures are wearing paper thin

I am sick of listening

 

The worst is yet to come, my dear

I’ve been fighting back for what feels like nearly several hundred years

If you’d just let me make my own mistakes I promise I’ll behave

Only in the worst way

 

Too heavy to hold my own

Evaporating soul

Sweltered and sandwiched in

The middle of this melting heart of major compromise

I have one foot out and one foot almost in

I am sick of listening

 

The worst is yet to come, my dear

I’ve been fighting back for what feels like nearly several hundred years

If you’d just let me make my own mistakes I promise I’ll behave

Only in the worst way

Only in the worst way

 

I won’t say I’m sorry

This hasn’t been a waste of time

Tell me do you think we’ll be fine after all?

I’m all nerve

An anxious sort of complicated fear

The worst is yet to come my dear

 

The worst is yet to come, my dear

I’ve been fighting back for what feels like nearly several hundred years

If you’d just let me make my own mistakes I promise I’ll behave

Only in the worst way

The worst is yet to come, my dear

I’ve been fighting back for what feels like nearly several hundred years

If you’d just let me make my own mistakes I promise I’ll behave

Only in the worst way

Only in the worst way

Only in the worst way