Been thinking of better days

Better ways

I could be a better me

Hank told me to meditate

Then I pray

For somebody to rescue me

And I know the doubt flows down ya skeletal

Therapist telling me to let it go

Better days

Better ways

Hope i make you proud of me

Lately I been feeling like the enemy

And even when it all boils down to it oddly I still feel like I'm the missing piece

I been steady working on how I better communicate

If I'm feeling lone rain or storm I participate

Tryna keep it calm demons strong so I medicate

Headphones on Baski on as I levitate

Hate to see tears on her face

But I can't complain when I know it's something that I create

Weighing on me heavy so I keep getting bent out of shape

We both broken hearted 'cause we keep ending up in this place

Been thinking of better days

Better ways

I could be a better me

Hank told me to meditate

Then I pray

For somebody to rescue me

And I know the doubt flows down ya skeletal

Therapist telling me to let it go

Better days

Better ways

Hope I make you proud of me

Momma said she can't even get ahold of me

Don't pick up the phone unless I know it's an emergency

Man them demons strong as I think about it currently

I know karma calling but I'm ahead of it luckily

I know time ticking think she falling out of love with me

Know she deserve better and that's just me speaking honestly

Could it be

That I'm afraid of love

That I'm afraid of trust

So tired of all this heartache

Could it be

That this just ain't for us

'Cause I'm too busy stuck

So tired of all this heartache

Better days

Better ways

I could be a better me

Hank told me to meditate

Then I pray

For somebody to rescue me

And I know the doubt flows down ya skeletal

Therapist telling me to let it go

Better days

Better ways

Hope I make you proud of me