Better Days
Let's go
The sky is white and the asphalt sting-y
on the bottoms of our feet
The backs of our hands all stick together
on a melting rubber street
But we are no one's sucker, mother fucker
Better days...
Watching through a hole in the fence
and keeping one eye on the ball
Step in, step on, step up, step through and run,
but you have to drop and crawl
Make it, break it - don't know it? Fake it...
Better days...
Kings of the anthill...
Me and you...
Better days...
The sky is white and the asphalt sting-y
on the bottoms of our feet
The backs of our hands all stick together
on a melting rubber street
But we are no one's sucker, mother fucker
Better days...
Watching through a hole in the fence
and keeping one eye on the ball
Step in, step on, step up, step through and run,
but you have to drop and crawl
Make it, break it - don't know it? Fake it...
Better days...
Kings of the anthill...
Me and you...
Better days...
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Andersen, Mike Stevens
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