Mal Blum - Better than i was

^CI pour steaming milk into paper cups And start ^Fconversations with new strangers The ^Gawkwardness finally ^Fburning off ^Clike a fever

^CBut forgetting is a privilege, and I don't forget it ^FI drove up your old block, right past your apartment The ^Groommate you hated was ^Fcarrying boxes of ^Csomething

^GHas your face gotten older? Has your v^Foice gotten lower? ^AmI feel the same ^FBut the world keeps getting slower ^DSomething inside of me ^Fsays ^CI'm better than I was

^CI couldn't come over, so I met you there And you'd ^Fgrown a bit taller, same gray in your hair That I ^Gsaw on your mother the ^Fday that I met her in^C Portland

^CYou know, Maine is such a pleasant place So I could ^Fsee myself getting in the way As ^Gsoon as I settle, I'll ^Fknow I can't ^Cstay

^GHas my face gotten older? Has my voi^Fce gotten lower? ^AmI feel the same ^FBut the world keeps getting slower ^DSomething inside of me ^Fsays ^CI'm better than I was

And I h^Deard the record that she had bought In the c^Foffee shop But she ^Fhad it wrong Because he w^Grites of loss ^GAnd impermanence It's not a ^Cbreak up song While I pour s^Dteaming milk ^DInto a paper cup I start a ^Fconversation with a new stranger Who says that b^Geing left by someone ^GWho don't get you isn't wrong It's a ^Cfavor

^GAnd you're so scared of getting old ^FAnd I'm so scared of growing slow ^AmMost of all we're scared We're always ^Fgonna be alone ^DBut even so something inside of me ^Fsays ^DSomething inside of me ^Fsays ^DSomething inside of me ^Fsays I'm better than ^Cbefore