| Song | Better Than This |
| Artist | We Still Dream |
| Album | Something to Smile About |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I think about you all the time, | |
| pray to God that you’ll be fine, | |
| you’re better than this | |
| Dillusioned with ambition from a cloud of your prescriptions, | |
| your brain it makes the distance while your feet just stand in place, | |
| so basically the faith in me that somehow still transcends, | |
| into you and only through my hope that you can change, | |
| I pray to whoever listens, that lonely chair that you sit in, | |
| hits you like a ton of bricks, and I can finally stop being worried sick of it all | |
| You stay secluded in your shadow’s silhouette, | |
| it’s a shade that you made, through years of your regrets, | |
| always these questions that ring inside my head, | |
| “what’s the last promise that you’ve made, and the last promise that you’ve kept?” | |
| I reminisce on how as kids we’d sit and talk for days, | |
| we told each other that we’d brothers, and everything would be okay | |
| At least I hope so | |
| If only you could see, | |
| the man behind those bones, | |
| then maybe you would speak | |
| to the kids you left alone |
| I think about you all the time, | |
| pray to God that you' ll be fine, | |
| you' re better than this | |
| Dillusioned with ambition from a cloud of your prescriptions, | |
| your brain it makes the distance while your feet just stand in place, | |
| so basically the faith in me that somehow still transcends, | |
| into you and only through my hope that you can change, | |
| I pray to whoever listens, that lonely chair that you sit in, | |
| hits you like a ton of bricks, and I can finally stop being worried sick of it all | |
| You stay secluded in your shadow' s silhouette, | |
| it' s a shade that you made, through years of your regrets, | |
| always these questions that ring inside my head, | |
| " what' s the last promise that you' ve made, and the last promise that you' ve kept?" | |
| I reminisce on how as kids we' d sit and talk for days, | |
| we told each other that we' d brothers, and everything would be okay | |
| At least I hope so | |
| If only you could see, | |
| the man behind those bones, | |
| then maybe you would speak | |
| to the kids you left alone |
| I think about you all the time, | |
| pray to God that you' ll be fine, | |
| you' re better than this | |
| Dillusioned with ambition from a cloud of your prescriptions, | |
| your brain it makes the distance while your feet just stand in place, | |
| so basically the faith in me that somehow still transcends, | |
| into you and only through my hope that you can change, | |
| I pray to whoever listens, that lonely chair that you sit in, | |
| hits you like a ton of bricks, and I can finally stop being worried sick of it all | |
| You stay secluded in your shadow' s silhouette, | |
| it' s a shade that you made, through years of your regrets, | |
| always these questions that ring inside my head, | |
| " what' s the last promise that you' ve made, and the last promise that you' ve kept?" | |
| I reminisce on how as kids we' d sit and talk for days, | |
| we told each other that we' d brothers, and everything would be okay | |
| At least I hope so | |
| If only you could see, | |
| the man behind those bones, | |
| then maybe you would speak | |
| to the kids you left alone |