Better At All

I drove eight hours to Georgia
I wish that I'd have ignored it, but I didn't
I got a really strange phone call
She was talking about her boyfriend and her problems,
and how alcohol could solve them, but it didn't Now she's alone
If I could find some system, a plan to finally change it all
Where outcomes are given, and every problem will be solved

But it's not that simple to be civil when these people are involved I can't express it or explain it I guess it doesn't get better at all
Better at all I guess it doesn't get better at all



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Writer(s): Oscar Lindsey
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