This week I'm saying all the right things

Being a sister to my siblings

Going to sleep without the light on

Taking a safer way to get home

I call my uncles on my dad's side

Wishing them all a happy birthday

I'll wear all my beads I made when I was five

Email my favourite band and say hey

And I know not to get my hopes up

But I feel better, I feel better

Looking for diamonds in the gallows

Looking for me inside someone else

I left my lane and couldn't get back

Found it again, blew out a lit match

I'll call my aunties on my mum's side

Wishing them both a happy birthday

I'll throw away shit I made when was five

Call back the ones who care and say, "Hey"

And I know not to get my hopes up

But I feel better, I feel better

I feel better, I feel better

I feel better, I feel better