Better

I don't think I'm something
I don't, I don't
I don't think I'm nothing
I don't, I don't
I don't think I haven't got a lot
I don't think I'm better
Than anyone else

This piano plays so fucking nicely
The keys are full of sharps and flats
The music haunts me because
It reminds me I can't be anyone
When I'm on the shelf

I don't think I'm something
I don't, I don't
I don't think I'm nothing
I don't, I don't
I don't think I haven't got a lot
I don't think I'm better
Than anyone else

And all those nights i kept you
Bottled up with my piece of mind
And all those nights by the telephone
I'd hear the ring
And hear the same
Glass half full, a tainted glass
A bridge to where my life would end
I kept it on, I kept it on
I kept it on, I kept it on



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Romanowski, Anthony Bonilla, Reynold Beaton, Robin Diaz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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