Better Days -

I’m just vacant and broken-hearted

I sold my soul for this dream

You disappeared into nothingness

I filled my lungs 'til I couldn’t breathe

Every drag is memorial

Every shot is relief

From the look in her eyes

Replace this pen with a knife

Not used to feeling alive when you’re dying for the better days

Dying for the better days

These cracks in the mirror, an accurate view

Of the fragments of the pieces of my life that are built around you, yeah

But I don’t miss it that much when I’m wasted as fuck on a Thursday afternoon

I hit the bar with my friends

I’m waging wars I can’t end

Every pill is a tribute

Every hit is a ritual

Not used to feeling alive

I said I’m sorry but I had to stay shy

From the look in her eyes

Replace this pen with a knife

Not used to feeling alive when you’re dying for the better days

Dying for the better days

Dazed

These days you’re dying for the better days

Dying for the better days

Heaven or hell

You know I wish you well

It takes one to know one all the same

But I still got love for the game

It’s a beautiful escape

From the look in her eyes

Replace this pen with a knife

Not used to feeling alive when you’re dying for the better days

Dazed

These days you’re dying for the better days

Dying for the better days