Better Days

Only the face a mother could love a song that I could write

Only thing that I ever did wrong with something to make myself all right

And anytime that I make a move you think I'm acting sly so I guess next time you see a raccoon leave him alone because I'm your guy

I know that one was stupid but how am I to prove it I swear to God I'm good and not that ruthless

if I commit a crime Robin Hood, and not some two bit

Wait another illusion

To justify the bad that hides inside the good to talk about the things we wish we did, but never could

to get these lessons off my chest again at least to make it hurt a little less

Coz everyone's running from something and everyone makes an assumption that I am nothing

the thought of the top and not jumping is getting way harder to stomach so I plummet as I make my way to the summit.

I try to find my last words, but I just couldn't come up with nothing