BETTER DAZE (by Rayko/KRB)
©2007 BSM / Winking Demons Publishing (ASCAP)
...and i've had better days
think i thought just a little too much
think i'm lost -a little outta touch
i've had better days
and now i know when enough is enough
suppose i'll stop thinkin' so much
yes yes, i've had better dayz
musta shed just a little more love
now my skins kinda rough to touch
this could be the last time for us
its time to kick the habitual stuff
and it turns out i'm a little more wrecked than i think
and it seems like i'm standing on just one leg
and now times are getting tougher than i ever coulda thinked
i got a mixed bag, ripped shirt, tangled pants mangled mind and I can't think straight.
and now times are getting harder than I ever could have thought
i got a mixed drink, white lines, pocket fulla pills, and i can barely walk
i've had better days, i took a chance got kicked in the teeth
its like my daddy used to always tell me
son - you'll have better days
just stay true to the things that ya do and never give up on who is you
and then he said
you'll have better days
just take a glance into your past
this shit's all bound to pass
take a glance into your past
and hold on while it lasts
and it turns out, i'm a little more wrecked than i think
and it seems like, i'm standin on just one leg
and now times are getting tougher than i ever coulda thinked
i got a mixed bag, ripped shirt, tangled pants mangled mind and I can't think straight.
and now times are getting harder than I ever could have thought
i got a mixed drink, white lines, pocket fulla pills, and i can barely walk
well i can barely talk
well i lost my way
its just another day
well you've had better days
and now youre gone you dashed in a flash
and for what
a nice piece of ass - ha
and we've had better days, think were lost
shoulda kept in touch
think we gave on more than trust
so you oughta, we oughta, i oughta let you know
i'm all stitched up, my mind is shut, iv'e had enough, i called your bluff, now go away, no you can't stay
this is the last song we'll ever play
and it turns out i'm a little more wrecked than i think
and it seems like i'm standing on just one leg
and now times are getting tougher than i ever coulda thinked
i got a mixed bag, ripped shirt, tangled pants mangled mind and I can't think straight.
and now times are getting harder than I ever could have thought
poppin' too many pills now my stomach stays ill, but i still
whistle when i walk