Get Your Sh*t Together

TW: Cursing

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Bold: The one telling someone else to get it together.

Italic: The one telling themselves to get it together.

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Get your shit together, please, I’m losing grip.

Get your shit together—I’m starting to slip.

You’re dragging us both on a downward trip.

My chest is tight, my thoughts all zip.

You say you're fine, but I see the lie.

I smile too wide, I laugh too high.

Get your shit together, don’t just deny.

I’m breaking down, I don’t know why.

I catch your mess, I wipe the floor.

I fake a grin and lock the door.

Get your shit together, what is this for?

I’m not sure who I am anymore.

You’re not a burden, I need you still.

Then why does love feel like a pill?

I’d swallow fire, bend my will—

To feel like I’m not standing still.

Get your shit together, I’m not your foe.

But what if I crash and no one’ll know?

I’m holding you tight—don’t let it go.

I’m scared I’ll rot beneath the show.

So stand up, breathe, and face the war.

But I’m the storm and the closing door.

Get your shit together, I’ve said it before.

Then hold me close while I restore.