Better days are coming my way
I read it back in a book last May
For now, I’ll sit in the kitchen chair
Watch the walls breathe and stare
He picked up his watch and two tabs
To take up in the scenic grass
He makes my stomach churn and spin
But he trusts me, so I’ve gotta trust him
It’s strange to see we’ve gotten older
Still the same kids pulling weeds in the garden
We should still be proud
We’ve made it this far somehow
Lyrics by Mia Timson
Written and Produced by Babe City