Look, I got your messages
You redesigned the alphabet again
You hate to be so f*cking drunk
But you will tell it all again another morning
Till then I'm staring through a glass
Separating me from a colder world
Tapping on my yin-and-yang
And writing up songs while the night draws on
And I know it's not your fault
That I can only feel alone
But sometimes we talk so tough
That it's all I really want; I really wanna be grown
Betting on a better life
We swear it now, we're unafraid
Discontent with who we are
When tomorrow's much better than anything today
We just hate our bones, hate our skin
Rather live a dream
And imitate reflections of a better self on-screen
We hate our bones, hate our skin
Rather live a dream
Imitate reflections of a life we'll never see
Ha, ha, ha, ha...
Oh, we want it right now!
And they say that it gets better
If we only will to weather
The f*ck will I do up until then?
And I know it's not your fault
You're the easiest to hate and
I can be so "paranoid"
Yet too forgiving, all the same
Betting on a better life
We swear it now, we're unafraid!
Discontent with who we are
When tomorrow's much better than anything today
We are digging holes in our hearts
We self-destruct for sport
Scrolling past another dream
Of which we once swore we would never ever bore!
But, look, I got your messages
You redesigned the alphabet again
You hate to be so f*cking drunk
But you will tell it all again another morning
(Won't you?)
Till then I'm staring through a glass
Separating me from a colder world
Tapping on my yin-and-yang
And writing up songs while the night draws on about us...
Digging holes in our hearts
We self-destruct for sport
Then we fill ourselves with hollow dreams
And minutely rapport
We are digging holes in our hearts
We self-destruct for sport
Then we suffocate the yesterdays
In body bag decor
Digging ditches, growing graves
Inside a fickle chest
Else we kill off all the better things
That never were the best!
And if we get better
We don't care, we won't rest
And if I get better
Then for now I'll bleed to death!
(Can't do that high note-whatever!)
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Llewsor - (If) It Gets Better Lyrics
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Look, I got your messages
You redesigned the alphabet again
You hate to be so f*cking drunk
But you will tell it all again another morning
Till then I'm staring through a glass
Separating me from a colder world
Tapping on my yin-and-yang
And writing up songs while the night draws on
And I know it's not your fault
That I can only feel alone
But sometimes we talk so tough
That it's all I really want; I really wanna be grown
Betting on a better life
We swear it now, we're unafraid
Discontent with who we are
When tomorrow's much better than anything today
We just hate our bones, hate our skin
Rather live a dream
And imitate reflections of a better self on-screen
We hate our bones, hate our skin
Rather live a dream
Imitate reflections of a life we'll never see
Ha, ha, ha, ha...
Oh, we want it right now!
And they say that it gets better
If we only will to weather
The f*ck will I do up until then?
And I know it's not your fault
You're the easiest to hate and
I can be so "paranoid"
Yet too forgiving, all the same
Betting on a better life
We swear it now, we're unafraid!
Discontent with who we are
When tomorrow's much better than anything today
We are digging holes in our hearts
We self-destruct for sport
Scrolling past another dream
Of which we once swore we would never ever bore!
But, look, I got your messages
You redesigned the alphabet again
You hate to be so f*cking drunk
But you will tell it all again another morning
(Won't you?)
Till then I'm staring through a glass
Separating me from a colder world
Tapping on my yin-and-yang
And writing up songs while the night draws on about us...
Digging holes in our hearts
We self-destruct for sport
Then we fill ourselves with hollow dreams
And minutely rapport
We are digging holes in our hearts
We self-destruct for sport
Then we suffocate the yesterdays
In body bag decor
Digging ditches, growing graves
Inside a fickle chest
Else we kill off all the better things
That never were the best!
And if we get better
We don't care, we won't rest
And if I get better
Then for now I'll bleed to death!
(Can't do that high note-whatever!)
You redesigned the alphabet again
You hate to be so f*cking drunk
But you will tell it all again another morning
Till then I'm staring through a glass
Separating me from a colder world
Tapping on my yin-and-yang
And writing up songs while the night draws on
And I know it's not your fault
That I can only feel alone
But sometimes we talk so tough
That it's all I really want; I really wanna be grown
Betting on a better life
We swear it now, we're unafraid
Discontent with who we are
When tomorrow's much better than anything today
We just hate our bones, hate our skin
Rather live a dream
And imitate reflections of a better self on-screen
We hate our bones, hate our skin
Rather live a dream
Imitate reflections of a life we'll never see
Ha, ha, ha, ha...
Oh, we want it right now!
And they say that it gets better
If we only will to weather
The f*ck will I do up until then?
And I know it's not your fault
You're the easiest to hate and
I can be so "paranoid"
Yet too forgiving, all the same
Betting on a better life
We swear it now, we're unafraid!
Discontent with who we are
When tomorrow's much better than anything today
We are digging holes in our hearts
We self-destruct for sport
Scrolling past another dream
Of which we once swore we would never ever bore!
But, look, I got your messages
You redesigned the alphabet again
You hate to be so f*cking drunk
But you will tell it all again another morning
(Won't you?)
Till then I'm staring through a glass
Separating me from a colder world
Tapping on my yin-and-yang
And writing up songs while the night draws on about us...
Digging holes in our hearts
We self-destruct for sport
Then we fill ourselves with hollow dreams
And minutely rapport
We are digging holes in our hearts
We self-destruct for sport
Then we suffocate the yesterdays
In body bag decor
Digging ditches, growing graves
Inside a fickle chest
Else we kill off all the better things
That never were the best!
And if we get better
We don't care, we won't rest
And if I get better
Then for now I'll bleed to death!
(Can't do that high note-whatever!)
Writer: Roswell Greeniaus
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid