Better Tomorrow

When I picked up the phone
I was half way to Tennessee
I went out for bread
But I didn't stop driving
I remembered a voice
And the tank was almost empty
When I ran out of gas
The sky was pink

There are days where I want to pressure-wash the walls
Scrub my hands till they're raw
There are days when I want to fly away from it all
But I somehow I don't
'Cuz I know, it'll be better tomorrow

I keep keeping lists
Of all the lists in my head
Losing the list
That kept track of all of them
Half of the time
I don't notice that my hands are shaking
Till I've dropped the glass and cut myself

There are days when I breakdown cuz I can't find the keys
I think I might choke if I try to breathe
There are days that the sky feels like a ceiling
And I want to fly away from it all

There are days where I shed a layer of skin in the shower
Stared at the wall for what could have been hours
There are days where I don't feel pretty unless I'm starving
I wanna evacuate this body

But somehow I don't
Cuz I know I'll be better tomorrow
I can only hope it'll be better tomorrow