A Better Son/Daughter - Rilo Kiley

Sometimes in the morning

I am petrified and can’t move

Awake, but cannot open my eyes

And the weight is crushing down

On my lungs, I know I can’t breathe

And hope someone will save me this time

And your mother’s still calling you, insane and high

Swearing it’s different this time

And you tell her to give in

To the demons that possess her

And that God never blessed her insides

Then you hang up the phone

And feel badly for upsetting things

Crawl back into bed to dream of a time

When your heart was open wide

And you loved things just because

Like the sick and the dying

And sometimes when you’re on

You’re really fucking on

And your friends, they sing along and they love you

But the lows are so extreme

That the good seems fucking cheap

And it teases you for weeks in its absence

But you’ll fight and you’ll make it through

You’ll fake it if you have to

And you’ll show up for work with a smile

And you’ll be better, and you’ll be smarter

And more grown up, and a better daughter

Or son, and a real good friend

And you’ll be awake, you’ll be alert

You’ll be positive, though it hurts

And you’ll laugh and embrace all your friends

You’ll be a real good listener

You’ll be honest, you’ll be brave

You’ll be handsome and you’ll be beautiful

And you’ll be happy

Your ship may be coming in

You’re weak, but not giving in

To the cries and the wails of the valley below

And your ship may be coming in

You’re weak, but not giving in

And you’ll fight it, you’ll go out fighting all of them