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Paroles: Sherwood. QU. No Better.


I could've seen it all coming I guess
I'm sleeping out on the couch
You in your half of the bed
And every detail will swim in my mind
The tap of his shoes
The clock clicking the time, oh oh

The tile is cold and the bathroom sink
Will split the days of the week between your father and me
The words burn climbing up my throat
Craving some better place to go

So this is how every family is
You'll make some dinner then you'll stay with a friend

A black cloud hangs over our house
You're no better, I know you're no better than this
So give up and let it rain down
You're no better, I know you're no better than this

I'm so tired I can hardly make a fist
The whole room is a thirst without a fix

A black cloud hangs over our house
You're no better, I know you're no better than this
So give up and let it rain down
You're no better, I know you're no better
And all your failed attempts are hanging over the edge of your father's fence
And oh, you give up so we can fall down
You're no better, you know you're no better than him

And all of your failed attempts are hanging over the edge of your father's fence
And oh, you give up so we can fall down
You're no better, you know you're no better than him