Things Could Be Better - The Cribs

A last cigarette in the blazing heat

The perfume of trash drifts down the lower east

And around this time, it first crossed my mind

Perhaps

Things could be better than we could imagine

A cut without blood left me free

Like yesterday’s stales, fresh from the bakery

And all of the time, it was on my mind

Perhaps

Things could be better than we could imagine

To end up loved or lost

It’s all the same to me, oh

The only place left that will let us in

For a few hours' sleep as the laundry spins

And all of this time my mind was on fire

Thinking perhaps

Things could be better than we could imagine

Things could be better than we could imagine

Things could be better than we could imagine

Tryna survive till the music plays