Hey i hear the voice of a preacher from the back room
Calling my name and i follow just to find you
I trace the faith to a broken down television and put on the weather
And i've trained myself to give up on the past
Cause i frozen time between hearses and caskets
Lost control when i panicked at the acid test
I wanna get better
While my friends were getting high and
Chasing girls down parkway lines i was losing my mind
cause the love, the love, the love, the love,
The love that i gave wasted on a nice face
In a blaze of fear i put a helmet on a helmet
Counting seconds through the night and got carried away
So now I'm standing on the overpass screaming
At the cars hey I wanna get better
I didn't know i was lonely til i saw your face
I wanna get better
I didn't know i was broken til i wanted to change
I wanna get better
I go up to my room and there's girls on the ceiling
Cut out their pictures and i chase that feeling
Of an eighteen year old, who didn't know what loss was
Now i'm a stranger
And i miss the days of a life still permanent
Mourn the years before i got carried away
So now i'm staring at the interstate,
Screaming at myself hey i wanna get better
Cause I'm sleeping in the back of a taxi
I'm screaming from my bedroom window
Even if it's gonna kill me
Woke up this morning early before my family
From this dream where she was trying to show me
How a life can move from the darkness, she said to get better
So i put a bullet where i shoulda out a helmet and
I crash my car cause i wanna get carried away
That's why i'm standing on the overpass screaming at myself,
Hey, I WANNA GET BETTER
compositores: JOHN HILL, JACK MICHAEL ANTONOFF
Você é fã de Bleachers? Gosta da letra da música?
Compartilhe com seus amigos.
