Get Your Shit 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 living
You were the talker
& I was the clown
We grew up wondering
How we would get out
But you're still talking talking

You got places to go
You got people to know
You got plans
To get your shit together
Did you take it too far
Did you forget who you are
Did you stash your soul
Into the closet forever, 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 preaching
You painted destinations
On the inside
& dreamed of revelations
Yearning to fly
But you're still walking
& still talking