This paper peeling off the walls
I see the paint from yesteryear
We try to cover up the past
But tiny secrets still appear
So please don't say it gets better,
it gets better, it gets better every time
I'm not better, we're not better, even after all this time.
oehoe
The kitchen floor is a checkerboard
We tried to end this game for years
the tiles are cracked, the colour's changed
the battleground is all but cleared
So please don't say it gets better,
it gets better, it gets better every time
I'm not better, we're not better, even after all this time.
oehoe
caught in the cob webs
memories linger in these rooms
under the floorboards
sweeping the stories we outgrew
oehoe
its not a place to call a home
just a place we've been for years
the garden weeds have overgrown
We've overstayed our welcome here
So please don't say it gets better,
it gets better, it gets better every time
I'm not better, we're not better, even after all this time.
it gets better, it gets better, it gets better every time
I'm not better, we're not better, even after all this time.