Good Things (Come to Those Who Wait but You're Not Good for Me and I Need You Right Now)
I come to you and you do the things you do to make my body move
This world spins me 'round it picks me up, it shoots me down
It chews me up, and spits me right out
But I am made of stone so when I'm thrown I won't be broken less the tide gets me
Drifts me helplessly into the sea
And I need to breathe, Will you
Help me
Help me
Well
We're only built to bleed just you and I we've got our reasons
To be free from this hell, And feel swell
Just like Jell-o so mellow, enough at least
To be at peace, to feel release
By disregarding sobriety, ha-ha
This world of which we walk divided by the lines of chalk are cut by credit cards
We're living large
Demented in our heads we go to bed and dream of ways of getting to the stars
In my moms car
This hole in my chest it gets deeper everyday and I do not know how to fill it
This hole in my chest it gets deeper everyday and I do not know how to fill it, No
This hole in my chest it gets deeper everyday and I do not know how to fill it
This hole in my chest it gets deeper everyday and I do not know how to fill it
So
Help Me
Help Me
Cuz
Good things come to those who wait but you're not good for me and I need you right now (right now)
Right Now
Good things come to those who wait but you're not food for me and I need you right now (right now)
Right Now
Now
Now
Now
This world spins me 'round it picks me up, it shoots me down
It chews me up, and spits me right out
But I am made of stone so when I'm thrown I won't be broken less the tide gets me
Drifts me helplessly into the sea
And I need to breathe, Will you
Help me
Help me
Well
We're only built to bleed just you and I we've got our reasons
To be free from this hell, And feel swell
Just like Jell-o so mellow, enough at least
To be at peace, to feel release
By disregarding sobriety, ha-ha
This world of which we walk divided by the lines of chalk are cut by credit cards
We're living large
Demented in our heads we go to bed and dream of ways of getting to the stars
In my moms car
This hole in my chest it gets deeper everyday and I do not know how to fill it
This hole in my chest it gets deeper everyday and I do not know how to fill it, No
This hole in my chest it gets deeper everyday and I do not know how to fill it
This hole in my chest it gets deeper everyday and I do not know how to fill it
So
Help Me
Help Me
Cuz
Good things come to those who wait but you're not good for me and I need you right now (right now)
Right Now
Good things come to those who wait but you're not food for me and I need you right now (right now)
Right Now
Now
Now
Now
Credits
Writer(s): Julian Monserrat
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