Tearing off my face cause I expected something better.
All my closest friends are either dead or getting older.
Hoping to announce my death'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.