Better Days

Overthinking conversations that I'm having in my head

Wondering if I should just lay here and put it all to bed

My imagination, it runs away with my common sense

Every word unspoken is still something that I shoulda said

Is it grace or is it silence?

Speaking up just feels like violence, oh

And there's never perfect timing

So I smile instead of dying

It's not the place I wanna be

These aren't the thoughts I wanna think

If these are the cards I gotta play

I'll pray and wait for better days

Hold my head up, try not to sink

Do what I know works best for me

If these are the cards I gotta play

I'll pray and wait for better days

Better days

Counting all the questions that I never really got to ask

Hiding all the damage underneath a fragile painted mask

Every time I reach for you, I feel you slip away like past

I don't know what hurts more, what you say or what you did to me

Is it grace or is it silence?

Speaking up just feels like violence

And there's never perfect timing

So, I smile to hide the dying

It's not the place I wanna be

These aren't the thoughts I wanna think

If these are the cards I gotta play

I'll pray and wait for better days

Hold my head up, try not to sink

Do what I know works best for me

If these are the cards I gotta play

I'll pray and wait for better days

I'll wait, I'll wait for better days

I'll wait, I'll wait for better days