Doing Better

Writing, so you know I'm better
Can catch my breathing by the letters
Grieving far below the pressure
But sinking further than her heart was weaving
Drowning myself almost every evening
Wishing I had met her
But there's no pressure

Softer now, I think I'm ready
Thinking twice, she held me steady
Six feet down, I'm almost buried
But almost like in ways I seem to crave it
So much so, I've even tried to name it
Damn, my hands are sweaty

Oh, I think about the way these words are for display
Just go around it, I don't need to fool it, girl
You never thought that I–
Yes, I'm doing better with my sleeping
I need less time for weeping
Yes, I know it's straining
But, I'm doing better with my–

Steady, now tides are falling
Catching more, I'm never stalling
I'm on my feet, I'm hardly crawling
But on her knees, she never liked to whisper
Kept her close, she always seemed to shiver
Wishing it was morning, ooh

Oh, I think about the way these words are for display
Just go around it, I don't need to fool it, girl
You never thought that I–
Yes, I'm doing better with my sleeping
I need less time for weeping
Yes, I know it's straining
But, I'm doing better with my–

Oh, I think about the way these words are for display
Just go around it, I don't need to fool it, girl
You never thought that I–
Yes, I'm doing better with my sleeping
I need less time for weeping
Yes, I know it's straining
But, I'm doing better with my–