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