Better – Young Fathers

Waiting for better
Leaving me bitter

She’s living for today
He’s living for tomorrow
Take a dab at sorrow
Waiting for better

Pink and nuisance [?] the crowd
And call him daftie as you surround him
Pound him down [?] to the ground
If the kids can do it give them the crown

Little misleading
Hide your secrets don’t tell those
As you pledge an allegiance of your own

You all know me I’m unknown
I laugh at manners in my mind
While I look into your painted smile
It’s 1989 all night
I push, you shove, I told a lie
You hear my cry, my discontent
You shoot from behind, straight through my chest
It hurts in a way, it hurts the best
Your lips taste just like I forget

Cash your check to lay down the law
One way ticket you cannot afford
Draped in armour, shades in velour
Watch my back then kick down the door
Chef’s souffle, this shit tastes like corpse
When I eat I make a mess
I only kiss when I’m undressed
Wine and dine and fuck in your rhyme

But what’s that thing around your wrist?
And what’s that thing between your lips?
Head or tails, you will decide
See your life through my eyes

Take a leap and dust these shoes
You’re useless unless you’re used
[?] I must abuse
I just nah, must nah, must ya choose
Shadow blazing comes alive
I take this knife and give you daggers
[?] toes and then I stagger
Blister burst, I fear the worse and I

Working exes on my guesses
Disobey your father’s death wish
There’s a purpose to your senses
Everything’s coincidences
It’s up to you to break the link
Staring, daring me to blink
I like that I don’t have to think
Hear me this time, hear me quick

Come come baby, let the lord in
Dance a little juju, let the gin in
Many many men, then again
The price of skin like porcelain
Made her sing like theremin
Made her moan, there her moans
Made her night, in for night
Home to the con, on the long
Oh she love me lo-o-ong time (awoo)

Waiting for better
Leaving me bitter

She’s living for today
He’s living for tomorrow
Take a dab at sorrow

Waiting for better
Leaving me bitter

Leaving me better

[?] squeaky shoes