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Illiterate Light – Better Than I Used To lyrics
In my mind there’s only three things
Rubber band ball bouncing around
And I make my monthly trip into town
Grocery shop and restock on paint
Some days, I feel good
And some days, I feel bad
(but) every time
That I think of you
I feel better than I used to
Every time
That I think of you
I feel better than I used to
Supple shining moment between
Magnifying lost memories
Monday morning, celebrating the week
What is it that you’ve done to me
Some days, I feel good
And some days, I feel bad
(but) every time
That I think of you
I feel better than I used to
Every time
That I think of you
I feel better than I used to
Glowin' like red nuclear waste
Sun shines down as I bubble up
Silent scream, contain the vein
Pull me in when push comes to shove
Every time
That I think of you
I feel better than I used to
Every time
That I think of you
I feel better than I used to
Rubber band ball bouncing around
And I make my monthly trip into town
Grocery shop and restock on paint
Some days, I feel good
And some days, I feel bad
(but) every time
That I think of you
I feel better than I used to
Every time
That I think of you
I feel better than I used to
Supple shining moment between
Magnifying lost memories
Monday morning, celebrating the week
What is it that you’ve done to me
Some days, I feel good
And some days, I feel bad
(but) every time
That I think of you
I feel better than I used to
Every time
That I think of you
I feel better than I used to
Glowin' like red nuclear waste
Sun shines down as I bubble up
Silent scream, contain the vein
Pull me in when push comes to shove
Every time
That I think of you
I feel better than I used to
Every time
That I think of you
I feel better than I used to
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