Stories told unfold like battered waves
Blaming the choice to be in a safe routine
Filling the blanks with our second fame
Blaming the empty seats on our safe routine
Don't bet we're through
I want the better you
Waiting for me to be better, too (x2)
Now I'm folding under stories told
About how you choose to be alone
Waiting for me to better, too
But no one can be half as cool as you
