Get Better (Or Worse)
♪
As I look through tired eyes
I know I don't want to despise you anymore
Than I already do
You've made your plans
And made them to
Accommodate the bullshit
That you put me through
That's what you do
What did I do to deserve this?
It's my funeral in my Sunday best
Get better or worse (worse, worse)
Left me with a curse (curse, curse)
Always said to practice what you preach
A lesson that you shouldn't teach
Now you're no longer around
I can feel my walls are coming (down!)
On my luck again
The same old sales pitch
My hobbies keep me occupied
But never cure the itch
I need to make a change
Yeah I need to make the switch
But your hex still holds me
Cause you're such a witch
What did I do to deserve this?
It's my funeral in my Sunday best
Grim Reaper's scythe is overhead
But I'm not dead yet
(no, I'm not dead yet)
Get better or worse (worse, worse)
Left me with a curse (curse, curse)
Always said to practice what you preach
A lesson that you shouldn't teach
Now you're no longer around
I can feel my walls are coming
Down, down, down
Yeah they're falling down
You control me like a puppeteer
Get better or worse
Left me with a curse
Always said to practice what you preach
A lesson that you shouldn't teach
Now you're no longer around
I can feel my walls are coming down
I'm getting better
I'm getting better
I thought I'd never
As I look through tired eyes
I know I don't want to despise you anymore
Than I already do
You've made your plans
And made them to
Accommodate the bullshit
That you put me through
That's what you do
What did I do to deserve this?
It's my funeral in my Sunday best
Get better or worse (worse, worse)
Left me with a curse (curse, curse)
Always said to practice what you preach
A lesson that you shouldn't teach
Now you're no longer around
I can feel my walls are coming (down!)
On my luck again
The same old sales pitch
My hobbies keep me occupied
But never cure the itch
I need to make a change
Yeah I need to make the switch
But your hex still holds me
Cause you're such a witch
What did I do to deserve this?
It's my funeral in my Sunday best
Grim Reaper's scythe is overhead
But I'm not dead yet
(no, I'm not dead yet)
Get better or worse (worse, worse)
Left me with a curse (curse, curse)
Always said to practice what you preach
A lesson that you shouldn't teach
Now you're no longer around
I can feel my walls are coming
Down, down, down
Yeah they're falling down
You control me like a puppeteer
Get better or worse
Left me with a curse
Always said to practice what you preach
A lesson that you shouldn't teach
Now you're no longer around
I can feel my walls are coming down
I'm getting better
I'm getting better
I thought I'd never
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Parsons, Ciaran Sheekey, Craig Frampton, Dave Williams, Eric Duxbury
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