Pastels and conversations Dry wells of validations, I can change I'm telling you, I can change I drank and drained your patience Till 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 naïve 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 Yeah, I promise that I'll make it up someday