Hey Ma, Pt. 2

«Hey Ma Pt. 2»
This night got me down, it got me on the ground
Grabbing at nothing but reaching for sounds
The song I couldn’t bear to sing when I found the words to bring
I couldn’t make my mouth make sense of anything
It’s the tenth time I say, in the morning I won’t pay
The night they cut me out I let the loose ends fray
I guess that’s what I get for making something out of this
Or at least trying to kind of wipe off the piss
November comes, November comes
I start to run, now watch me run
Up and out somewhere down by the 71
We’re feeling numb inside our gloves
Maybe together this will come to something, anything
Anything, anything, anything, anything
Anything, anything, anything, anything
It could be better than this
Anything
It could be better than this
Anything
It could be better than this
Anything
It could be better than this
Anything
What could be better than this?