Get Better
Hallelujah, I'm listening to a recording of you sleeping next to me
A cappella, I'm listening to you cover Elliott Smith's 'Angeles'
It's these times I'll need if you go
It's these times I'll need if you go
So
Get better, my darling
I know you will
Get better, my darling
I know you will get better
I'm drawn to the motorway
The cold whoosh of trucks passing
This nighttime under sodium light
The orange spread is soul-quieting
A younger you and a younger me
Meeting at the serpentine
I am yours, you are mine
Happy birthday
Stuff smuggled in a card I made
It rests under your pillow
When out of ICU, you'll cringe at all the 'I love you's'
That card retired the life of one biro
At this time I wanted you to know
At this time I wanted you to know
Get better, my darling
I hope you will
Get better, my darling
I hope you will get better
I'll start the day with tiramisu
Raise a spoon to frontline workers
An underfunded principle
They risk all to be there for us
A younger you and a younger me
Meeting at the serpentine
I am yours, you are mine
You were the baker, I'll christen this new era
With the smell of freshly baked bread
Your Nutella, I'll keep it in the cellar
You were always a fan of that spread
Six months on, there's a car crash outside
The fire brigade using the jaws of life
No flush at night to sound your return
I still pretend you're only out of sight
Front garden bouquet, I threw it at the fire brigade
I was admonished and told to go back inside
From the living room window
I stand and watch the white sheet go
Over the family car and I closed my eyes
I still pretend you're only out of sight
In another room, smiling at your phone
I still pretend you're only out of sight
In another room, smiling at your phone
I still pretend you're only out of sight
In another room, smiling at your phone
I still pretend you're only out of sight
In another room, smiling at your phone
I still pretend
A younger me, a younger you
Meeting at the serpentine
The beginning of Spring, you wore those yellow ripped jeans
Your look defined my 2009
Your shyness stoked my boldness
"Shall we go in?" I smiled
Your hand warmed walking through the gallery
"Get better!"
I know I will
"Get better!"
My darling
I know I will
A cappella, I'm listening to you cover Elliott Smith's 'Angeles'
It's these times I'll need if you go
It's these times I'll need if you go
So
Get better, my darling
I know you will
Get better, my darling
I know you will get better
I'm drawn to the motorway
The cold whoosh of trucks passing
This nighttime under sodium light
The orange spread is soul-quieting
A younger you and a younger me
Meeting at the serpentine
I am yours, you are mine
Happy birthday
Stuff smuggled in a card I made
It rests under your pillow
When out of ICU, you'll cringe at all the 'I love you's'
That card retired the life of one biro
At this time I wanted you to know
At this time I wanted you to know
Get better, my darling
I hope you will
Get better, my darling
I hope you will get better
I'll start the day with tiramisu
Raise a spoon to frontline workers
An underfunded principle
They risk all to be there for us
A younger you and a younger me
Meeting at the serpentine
I am yours, you are mine
You were the baker, I'll christen this new era
With the smell of freshly baked bread
Your Nutella, I'll keep it in the cellar
You were always a fan of that spread
Six months on, there's a car crash outside
The fire brigade using the jaws of life
No flush at night to sound your return
I still pretend you're only out of sight
Front garden bouquet, I threw it at the fire brigade
I was admonished and told to go back inside
From the living room window
I stand and watch the white sheet go
Over the family car and I closed my eyes
I still pretend you're only out of sight
In another room, smiling at your phone
I still pretend you're only out of sight
In another room, smiling at your phone
I still pretend you're only out of sight
In another room, smiling at your phone
I still pretend you're only out of sight
In another room, smiling at your phone
I still pretend
A younger me, a younger you
Meeting at the serpentine
The beginning of Spring, you wore those yellow ripped jeans
Your look defined my 2009
Your shyness stoked my boldness
"Shall we go in?" I smiled
Your hand warmed walking through the gallery
"Get better!"
I know I will
"Get better!"
My darling
I know I will
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Writer(s): Thomas Green, Joe Newman, Augustus Unger Hamilton
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