Better Days

I'm sorry
I've had better days
I think I'm losing my mind
But you won't believe me anyway

When is this peace of mind
Going to show
When I'll be able to find joy
And get to let go
Get to let go

And I cannot deny
That I stay up all night
That I've staring at the ceiling every time
And I
I really promise I've tried
But I haven't got a face left
To hide behind

Waking up at 3 A.M. in an empty bed
Thinking about those things
That I have left unsaid
That I have left unsaid

Every word that leaves from behind your teeth
Seems like another metaphor
For you're not good enough for me
I'll scream until my face turns blue
And the smoke in my lungs
Hurts as much as your words do

And I cannot deny
That I stay up all night
That I've staring at the ceiling every time.
And I
I really promise I've tried
But I haven't got a face left
To hide behind

Waking up at 3 A.M. in an empty bed
Thinking about those things
That I have left unsaid

Waking up at 3 A.M. in an empty bed
Thinking about those things
I've left unsaid
That I have left unsaid

Salt my wounds
Salt my wounds
There's nothing I can do

Salt my wounds
Salt my wounds
There's nothing I can do

Waking up at 3 A.M. in an empty bed
Thinking about those things
That I have left unsaid

Waking up at 3 A.M. in an empty bed
Thinking about those things
I've left unsaid
That I have left unsaid