pace around the kitchen in threadbare socks
a sink full of dishes, a head full of rocks
there's nothing in this house that'll set me free
I sink into a chair, try and let it be alright
if it's not clever then it's not worth saying
if I'm never gonna win, is it even worth playing?
it's the middle of the night and I'm wound a little tight
so I spend a bit of time by the oceanside, alright
we gotta make it bad before it gets better
gotta sit in the storm, the storm'll get wetter
if it isn't now then it might be never
that we make it bad so it can get better
first light comes around five these days
with any luck I'm already awake
strong cup of coffee in the firelight
a book I won't read, a song I might write
and if it isn't now then it might be never
gotta write this down before we both forget it
we gotta make it bad before it gets better
gotta sit in the storm, the storm'll get wetter
if it isn't now then it might be never
that we make it bad so it can get better
if it's not clever then it's not worth saying
if I'm never gonna win, is it even worth playing?
second cup of coffee cause I can't get stoned
a book I didn't read and this song that I just wrote