Tearing off my face cause I expected something better
All my closest friends are either dead or getting older
Hoping to announce my d**h's arrival with a letter
Like my thoughts, the weather's always somehow getting colder than before
She took my hands and kissed my fingers till they hurt
I guess things are getting better
She took my hands and kissed my fingers till they hurt
I guess things are getting better
She took my hands and kissed my fingers till they hurt
I guess things are getting better
Tomorrow you will wake and find a stranger there beside you
My head will be somewhere near the seagulls near the ocean
Picking through the scraps and papers someone has forgotten
Fingers plucking webs we're weaving, scraps we've eaten
Jettisoned Again
She took my hands and kissed my fingers till they hurt
I guess things are getting better
She took my hands and kissed my fingers till they hurt
I guess things are getting better
She took my hands and kissed my fingers till they hurt
I guess things are getting better