Better This Time

By Fergus James

On A Slow Separation

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How many times will you let me have a second chance

I was hoping just to move

I was filling in the drywall holes that I can’t close

They poison me I think

And I hear the same old talk

It always tells me what I’m not

Will it be better this time?

Am I hopeless to be hoping?

Will it be better this time?

My eyes are open

Tape’s repeating, I can’t find where it all did start

I’m frozen in the same scene

Faded photos in a digital picture frame that look like me

And I hear the same old talk

It always tells me what I’m not

Will it be better this time?

Am I hopeless to be hoping?

Will it be better this time?

My eyes are open

I don’t want to be the same old me

Living in the same scene

Yeah, I don’t want to be the same old me

Living in the same scene

And I don’t want to be the same old me

Will it be better this time?

Will it be better this time?

Am I hopeless to be hoping?

Will it be better this time?

My eyes are open

Will it be better this time?

Am I hopeless to be hoping?

Will it be better this time?

My eyes are open