Doing Better - Jamie Isaac

Writing, so you know I’m better

Can catch my breathing by the letters

Grieving far below the pressure

But sinking further than her heart was weaving

Drowning myself almost every evening

Wishing I had met her

But there’s no pressure

Softer now, I think I’m ready

Thinking twice, she held me steady

Six feet down, I’m almost buried

But almost like in ways I seem to crave it

So much so, I’ve even tried to name it

Damn, my hands are sweaty

Oh, I think about the way these words are for display

Just go around it, I don’t need to fool it, girl

You never thought that I-

Yes, I’m doing better with my sleeping

I need less time for weeping

Yes, I know it’s straining

But, I’m doing better with my-

Steady, now tides are falling

Catching more, I’m never stalling

I’m on my feet, I’m hardly crawling

But on her knees, she never liked to whisper

Kept her close, she always seemed to shiver

Wishing it was morning, ooh

Oh, I think about the way these words are for display

Just go around it, I don’t need to fool it, girl

You never thought that I-

Yes, I’m doing better with my sleeping

I need less time for weeping

Yes, I know it’s straining

But, I’m doing better with my-

Oh, I think about the way these words are for display

Just go around it, I don’t need to fool it, girl

You never thought that I-

Yes, I’m doing better with my sleeping

I need less time for weeping

Yes, I know it’s straining

But, I’m doing better with my-