
Date of issue: 12.07.2018
Song language: English
Better Than That |
I’m trying so hard not to love them too fast |
But I pull the horses, and race from the track |
Relapse of all reality, and never look back |
Want a real, hard love that’s better than that |
I’m trying so hard not to bury myself |
Beneath the dirt and the flowers is somebody else |
Yeah, beauty is blinding and darkness runs deep |
Wanna hold onto him and still hold onto me |
Cocaine, whiskey, rye |
They don’t even compare to how love makes me high |
So I won’t push my luck |
I’ll sober up |
I won’t feed off of it till it dies |
Hmm, hm-hmm |
I’m trying so hard to stay right where I am |
I drop my mind in reverse to speed up ahead |
Breakdown on a road that just leaves me for dead |
Want the peace of the present to stear me instead |
Cocaine, whiskey, rye |
They don’t even compare to how love makes me high |
So I won’t push my luck |
I’ll sober up |
I won’t feed off of it till it dies |
Yeah, I’ve got a history, I know you do too |
What the hell would we be without what we’ve been through |
And I don’t give a damn about the mud on your boots |
I just want you |
Cocaine, whiskey, rye |
They don’t even compare to how love makes me high |
So I won’t push my luck |
I’ll sober up |
I won’t feed off of it till it dies |
Till it dies |
Oh |