Tekster:
The 20Belows For Better Days

rain suits me better than the sunny days when there's no one here to heal the pain I walk though feelings going down the drain Through the city waiting for

spoken brought emotions maybe just a little bit of hope and with those words in mind I drink alone with one good reason to come home I've had it up to here but I figured: better

So begins another fucking nightmare covered in sweat, shaking all I do is lay here as the decay kicks in another night of desolation an early life crisis

I start to crumble under self inflicted pressure maybe a little late to settle for the lesser and so I move along, tired and reluctant a sour state of

times I really miss We'd get drunk and play for fun's sake sing along to punk rock mix tapes now and then I long for those days I long for better days

early mornings on sore feet perhaps it wasn't meant to be I pass the torch, admit defeat I look around, take a deep breath but all is done and all things said for

slowly realised I've been waiting for a friend to save me oh Baby You know it took a little longer than I wanted to admit but I think it's getting better