The Following Day

I can't wait for the night
When I lose myself at the bottom of a bottle of wine
And I don't know why i feel the need to glorify
The destruction of my liver
The destruction of my life
And I'm up 'til five in the morning writing
Bad poetry, and wishing for another better life
Where you can stay with me and
Not be pulled away from me far too soon

Oooh
I'm like a dead dog the following day
Make me better than this

Make me better than this

I am a cardboard person
Comprised of false emotion
And photos of my parents taken back in '83
'Cause they were cooler than i'll ever be
What happened in the end?
I have visions of those smoky basement nights
With Bowie playing on vinyl in the background
'Cause we're too cool for CDs
Or whatever new technology we'll have in 2022

Oooh
I'm like a dead dog the following day
Make me better than this
Make me better than this



Credits
Writer(s): Greta Warner
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