Get Your **** Together-Beth Hart

Hello again my friend It's been sometime I try and read you In your shifting eyes Your hands are trembling As I hold 'em in mine How ya livin' You were the talker/ I was the clown We grew up wonderin' How we would get out But you're still talkin' talkin' You got places to go You got people to know You got plans To get your s**t together Did you take it too far Did you forget who you are Did you stash your soul Into the closet forever So now you're hustling For the five/dime You cure the stranger/his perverted mind You are the poet of need/lust how's the preachin' You painted destinations On the inside/dreamed of revelations Yearning to fly But you're still walkin'/still talkin' Hold on geany Watch what ya say Save your preachin' For a rainier day Hold on geany I'm talkin' to you You're so amazing In whatever you do