Folding Under Stories Told

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