Songtext von The Worst Is Yet To Come

There is no safer place than in between cold embraces Say it again I like how you work my name Embroidering the pain on every speck of skin The distance has been not so kind I curse this caveat And the temperatures are wearing paper thin I am sick of listening The worst is yet to come, my dear I've been fighting back for what feels like nearly several hundred years If you just let me make my own mistakes I promise I'll behave, only in the worst way Too heavy to hold my own evaporating soul Sweltered and sandwiched in the middle Of this melting heart of major compromise I have one foot out and one foot almost in I am sick of listening The worst is yet to come, my dear I've been fighting back for what feels like nearly several hundred years If you just let me make my own mistakes I promise I'll behave, only in the worst way Only in the worst way I won't say I'm sorry This hasn't been a waste of time Tell me, do you think we'll be fine after all? I'm all nerve, an anxious, sort of complicated fear The worst is yet to come, my dear The worst is yet to come, my dear I've been fighting back for what feels like nearly several hundred years If you just let me make my own mistakes I promise I'll behave, only in the worst way The worst is yet to come, my dear I've been fighting back for what feels like nearly several hundred years If you just let me make my own mistakes I promise I'll behave, only in the worst way Only in the worst way Only in the worst way