I roll my windows down and fight
The tears back as the church bells ring at midnight
I'll do better this time (I'll do better)
(The gin is sap?) but the rest of me
In gravitational anarchy
Don't know which way I'm supposed to face
Which phase I'm supposed to may
In this case I have fall, land from grace
Don't have any more time to waste but
I'll do better this time
This time
I'll do better this time
This time, this time
I tasted fruits of misery
It made me sick and I blame the tree
But you would blame me
I'll do better this time (I'll do better)
I try to leave without a trace
But sadness is such a lovely color on your face
I'll do better this tined
We'll not live it for eternity
Will my future self wink back at me
And normally towards or away
Its so hard to say
I'm drying lines on a ball of clay
I'll do better this time, this time
I'll do better this time
I'll do better this time
I'll do better this time, this time, this time
