Bleachers - I wanna get better
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Chey i hear the voice of a preacher from the back room
Fcalling my name and i follow just to find you
Ci trace the faith to a broken down teleGvision and put on the weather
Cand i’ve trained myself to give up on the past
Fcause i frozen time between hearses and caskets
Clost control when i panicked at the acid test
Gi wanna get better
Cwhile my friends were getting high and chasing gFirls down parkway lines i was losing my mind
Ccause the love, the love, the love, the love, thGe love that i gave wasted on a nice face
Cin a blaze of fear i put a helmet on a hFelmet counting seconds through Cthe night and got carried away
so now I’m standing on the oveGrpass screaming at the cars hey I wanna get better
Ci didn’t know i was loFnely til i saw your face
Ci wanna get bettGer
Ci didn’t know i was brFoken til i wanted to change
Ci wanna get bettGer
Ci go up to my room and there’s girls on the ceiling
Fcut out their pictures and i chase that feeling
Cof an eighteen year old, who didn’t know what loss was
Gnow i’m a stranger
Cand i miss the days of a life still permanent
Fmourn the years before iC got carried away
so now i’m staring at the inteGrstate, screaming at myself hey i wanna get better
Ccause I’m sleeping in Fthe back of a taxi
i’m screaming from my Cbedroom window
Feven if it’s gonna kill me
Cwoke up this morning early before my family
Ffrom this dream where she was trying to show me
Chow a life can move from the darGkness, she said to get better
Cso i put a bullet where i shoulda out a helmet aFnd i crash my car causeC i wanna get carried away
that’s why i’m standing on tGhe overpass screaming at myself, hey, I WANNA GET BETTER
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