| Tired and worn from the patterns I’ve carved
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| I will do better in the morning
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| I’m afraid of who I’d be without you
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| I will do better in the morning
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| Twisting up smokes, I’m in control
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| Til the fire burns out my miniature vacation
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| But I’m always left with the taste in my mouth
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| I will do better in the morning
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| I only do what I have done
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| I will do better in the morning
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| Afraid of what I might become
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| I will do better in the morning
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| Stuck inside a cycle of opinions
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| Where there’s two clear ways
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| And I always take the easy one
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| And I’m always left with the taste in my mouth
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| I will do better in the morning
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| I learned shame when I was young
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| I will do better in the morning
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| Choked libido fucked me up
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| I will do better in the morning
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| Suck me dry you uptight fakers
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| You stole from me lovemaking
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| I’m always left with the taste in my mouth
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| I will do better in the morning
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| Behind my eyes a familiar child
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| I take his hand and he finally smiles
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| Be gentle with yourself as you uncover
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| Your best kept secrets yet to be discovered
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| In stillness, boys, clear water to the bottom
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| You will do better in the morning
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| I will do better in the morning |