Caricamento in corso...

How Things Used To Be

Can I Get A Grip

Verse 1: I got awards for being outstanding, was always in it for the crown. Everybody told me to keep singing, I haven’t seen a mic around. They say you can only go as far as you wanna take it, and a couple people asked if I thought I would make it. But I seem to be miss-communicating with a passion from the past.

Verse 2: It’s hard to tell if I’m changing or if I’ve lost myself. In a year I made a 360 with no attention to my health. The man I wanted to marry well we’ve drifted far. Friends are showing interest that never have before. Asking me to have some drinks or spend the night, I say yes cause I’m so polite.

Chorus: Can I get a grip of how things used to be? Before it all turned to shit and I was staying out of trouble, singing on the stage and every other place I thought my old self would be. When I had my voice with me.
It’s something missing, I feel the loss. Belting on the highways isn’t enough. He didn’t see anything different in me and only would try the days he was clean. Caught in the middle of both our mistakes, trying to get a hold of a safer place.
He yelled at me for setting myself free but I was tired of being guilty.
Yeah can I get a grip on how things used to be, before everything turned to shit, before you called me your baby.

Verse 3: I’ve accustomed to the attitude that I don’t give a fuck. I’ve heard and seen it all from you and you ask why I can’t trust. And I know I’m not innocent but you robbed me from my heart and that’s as worse as things get. And the first step to fixing myself is a night away from you.

Chorus:Can I get a grip of how things used to be? Before it all turned to shit, before you called me your baby. I remember singing center stage with a purest high that would uplift me, now the crowds are only half as big and I’m trying to grasp it back again.
It’s something missing, I feel the loss. Belting on the highways isn’t enough. He didn’t see anything different in me and only tried the days he was clean. Caught in the middle of my dumb mistake, trying to get a hold of a safer place.
He yelled at me for setting myself free but I was tired of being guilty.
I’m so tired of being guilty.

Bridge: Sometimes I don’t know, whose fault it was but I’m just searching for trouble.
And I, am sorry to cut you off. But the minute you thought this body was yours I have had enough.

Can I get a grip of how things used to be, before it all turned to shit, yeah when I was your baby. When you’d call me your baby. Yeah how things used to be.

This song is about me being with someone for a while, and losing what I loved to do most,sing. It jumps from being mad at the relationship to wishing things were how they were,to wishing it never started at all.

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