LYRIC
Sort Yourself Out Lyrics by Neck Deep, from the album “Neck Deep“, music has been produced by Seb Barlow, and Sort Yourself Out song lyrics are penned down by Seb Barlow, Ben Barlow, Matt West, Sam Bowden & Matt Powles.
Sort Yourself Out Lyrics
But did you notice how I’m feeling?
I thought you might feel the same
Going back and losing track so I repeat myself again
I’ve made mistakes
You’ve broken promises
I could win a fucking medal for the most apologies
Apologies
Apologies
I could buy her flowers but it never fucking works
It’s like a loaded gun
It’s like dynamite and a match to her
Guess you could say that she’s explosive
She says Boy you’re corrosive
Sort yourself out
Sort yourself out
Notice me
I’m trying here so desperately to find sanity
Not surе if I can be your peace of mind
I’m nеver gonna be
I’m never gonna be what you want if you don’t trust me
So, what’s it gonna be?
Tell me who you are
And tell me what you really think
Tell me what you really think
I could buy her flowers but it never fucking works
It’s like a loaded gun
It’s like dynamite and a match to her
Guess you could say that she’s explosive
She says Boy you’re corrosive
Sort yourself out
Sort yourself out
And to be honest, it’s not really much to do with fucking flowers
When you stay up for hours doing nothing
Fucking thinking ’bout the future
It’s mental Kama Sutra
Sort yourself out
Sort yourself out
I could buy her flowers but it never fucking works
It’s like a loaded gun
It’s like dynamite and a match to her
Guess you could say that she’s explosive
She says Boy you’re corrosive
Sort yourself out
Sort yourself out
And to be honest, it’s not really much to do with fucking flowers
When you stay up for hours doing nothing
Fucking drank all my kombucha
Play dumb just cause it suits ya
Sort yourself out
Sort yourself out
SONG INFO:
Song: Sort Yourself Out
Artist: Neck Deep
Album: Neck Deep (2024)
Music: Seb Barlow
Lyrics: Seb Barlow, Ben Barlow, Matt West, Sam Bowden & Matt Powles
Have you observed the nuances of my emotional state? I surmised that you might resonate with similar sentiments. Revisiting the past, losing my way, and falling into repetitive patterns, I find myself echoing the same sentiments.
Errors have been committed, and assurances have been shattered. I could conceivably earn commendation for the multitude of apologies extended—a medal-worthy endeavor, perhaps.
The directive to rectify oneself echoes persistently.
Observe my existence. Uncertain if I can serve as your source of tranquility. Your trust is the linchpin; lacking it, I remain unattainable. The inquiry stands—what path shall we traverse? Reveal your true essence, and articulate your genuine sentiments.
Even attempts to convey affection through floral gestures prove ineffective—resembling a loaded weapon or dynamite adjacent to her volatile temperament.
In all candor, flowers bear little relevance to the crux of the matter. Prolonged wakefulness, idle contemplation of the future, a mental Kama Sutra—these constitute the true challenges. The mandate persists—rectify oneself.
