Hey Ma, Pt. 2 - Mixtapes

«Hey Ma Pt.

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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?