Soon You’ll Get Better - Taylor Swift, The Chicks

The buttons of my coat were tangled in my hair

In doctor's office lighting, I didn't tell you I was scared

That was the first time we were there

Holy orange bottles, each night, I pray to you

Desperate people find faith, so now I pray to Jesus too

And I say to you...

Ooh-ah

Soon, you'll get better

Ooh-ah

Soon, you'll get better

Ooh-ah

You'll get better soon

'Cause you have to

I know delusion when I see it in the mirror

You like the nicer nurses, you make the best of a bad deal

I just pretend it isn't real

I'll paint the kitchen neon, I'll brighten up the sky

I know I'll never get it, there's not a day that I won't try

And I say to you...

Ooh-ah

Soon, you'll get better

Ooh-ah

Soon, you'll get better

Ooh-ah

You'll get better soon

'Cause you have to

And I hate to make this all about me

But who am I supposed to talk to?

What am I supposed to do

If there's no you?

This won't go back to normal, if it ever was

It's been years of hoping, and I keep saying it because

'Cause I have to

Ooh-ah

You'll get better

Ooh-ah

Soon, you'll get better

Ooh-ah

You'll get better soon

Ooh-ah

Soon, you'll get better

Ooh-ah

Soon, you'll get better

Ooh-ah

You'll get better soon

'Cause you have to