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

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

Hold on Geany

Watch what ya say

Save your preaching

For a rainier day

Hold on Geany

I’m talking to you

You’re so amazing

In whatever you do

You got places to go

You got people to know

You got plans

To get your shit together

Hold on Geany

Watch what ya say

Save your preaching

For a rainier day

Hold on Geany

I’m talking to you

You’re so amazing

In whatever you do

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

Did you take it too far

Do you know who you are

Grap your soul

And hold on to forever, forever, together