Music Makes It Better Lyrics

In a reality where, the sky is grey and clouds loom over

Put your headphones on and replay the same tracks again

Under button eyes, my posters hanging off the wall

I stay home and work a boring job that I don't care for

Under quarantine, cast away for jumping ship

I am all alone as music repeats in my ears

And it makes things better, although I face my own decay

All five tracks rewind as I delve into fantasy again

All these sounds in my head, they never cease as I fade out

When reality is dead the music makes it better!

Time and time again, when isolation takes its toll

Entertain a feeling, I cannot cut off from me!

Although I know I may fade, and leave my body to decay

In a lyric I have found a life that I would like to live

With a song I keep my chin up, as I drown in my own skin!

Tired, washed away - in a world of only grey

Concrete fills my vision, as I make my way to groceries

In the produce section, blinding lights that never blink

I put on my earphones, turning up the volume on my phone

It's familiar by now, words I know keep flowing in

Tales of others written to a tune that I now recognize

Same 5 tracks again, lining up to the cashier

As I close my eyes I take in songs and put my life on pause

All these sounds in my head, they never cease as I fade out

When reality is dead the music makes it better!

Time and time again, when isolation takes its toll

Entertain a feeling, I cannot cut off from me!

Although I know I may fade, and leave my body to decay

In a lyric I have found a life that I would like to live

Within melodies - I've seen paths I'd like to lead

With a song I keep my chin up as I drown in my own skin!

(Mundane Mondays, pass me by)

(Another week where I cannot sigh)

(Thursday has come - and I know I've tried)

(Almost the weekend, then I can write)

(Almost the weekend, then I can thrive)

(Mundane Mondays, pass me by)

(Another week where I cannot sigh)

(Thursday has come - and I know I've tried)

(Almost the weekend, then I can write)

(Almost the weekend, then I can thrive)

All these sounds in my head, they never cease as I fade out

When reality is dead the music makes it better!

Time and time again, when isolation takes its toll

Entertain a feeling, I cannot cut off from me!

Although I know I may fade, and leave my body to decay

In a lyric I have found a life that I would like to live

Within melodies - I've seen paths I'd like to lead

With a song I keep my chin up as I drown in my own skin!

In a reality where, the sky is grey and clouds loom over

Put your headphones on and replay the same tracks again

And it makes things better, although I fight my own decay

All five tracks rewind as I face this reality ahead