Pastels and conversations
Dry wells of validations, I can change
I'm telling you, I can change
I drank and drained your patience
'Til my humiliation left a stain
I'm telling you, I can change

I called late and I missed your birthday
I'm always showing 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 hanging 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 showing 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
I promise that I'll make it up someday

Copyright: SONGS OF SPIRIT, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): James King, Jeremy Ruzumna, John Wicks, Joseph Karnes, Matthew Koma, Michael Fitzpatrick, Noelle Scaggs