This, But Better Lyrics

Hair down, breath will follow

Unpacking the day from a suitcase unclaimed

Let go, but I could never

Get shoes off as soon as I got in the door

I'm not home here

I guess I'll wait out the weather

I'm not sold here

I want this, but better

Happy hours, plastic money

Reversing the work and the earnings unpaid

Top shelf and a night untethered

By the aches and the wakings of morning's remorse

I'm not home here

I guess I'll wait out the weather

I'll lay my bones here

I'm on the edge of together

But looking over,

I want this, but better

I take my clothes out the washing machine

Waiting for them to dry, but they never seem clean

Kicking my feet round the apartment floor

If I had what I wanted, would I still want more?

I take my clothes out the washing machine

Waiting for them to dry, but they never seem clean

Kicking my feet round the apartment floor

If I had what I wanted, would I still want more?

I take my clothes out the washing machine

Waiting for them to dry, but they never seem clean

Kicking my feet round the apartment floor

If I had what I wanted, would I still want more?

I'm not home here, I guess I'll wait out the weather

I'm not sold here, I want this, but better

I'll lay my bones here, I'm on the edge of together

But looking over, I want this, but better