the exies
better now
And the funeral screams The song that it sings The memories feel What was everything The sound rings loud From a sick shotgun What can never be fought Can never be won  So sooner or later I gotta believe  That she's getting That she's getting better While my heart bleeds While I can't forget her That she's getting That she's getting better While I'm running away In my burden of shame  When my injuries are still Like the eye of the storm Then the feeling creeps in Like a wave to the shore Will I ever be whole In the half where I'm not What can never be found Can never be lost  So sooner or later I gotta believe  That she's getting That she's getting better While my heart bleeds While I can't forget her That she's getting That she's getting better While I'm running away In my burden of shame