Sonder - Softheart

Better, better, better on my own

Stay set up, fed up, got this red dot on my dome

Stick my head up

Heads up, venture out on my own

Famine, crammed inside my home

And I’m so abandoned but I’m so let in

And I’m so famished but I’m so fed

Didn’t understand it when I thought back

I was sitting by the camp with a bottle of jack

10 out of 10, a heart attack

Brought it over there, never brought it back

Wish I had powers of resurrection

Standing on the roof screaming R.I.P.

Jess

Trying to prepare for when life go bad

But I’ll still manag and that’s a fact

Outside of the bando with a gas mask

I can’t handle th eye contact

I smoke ten and my eyes roll back

Imma take a handful of my own pack

I’m so damaged I won’t go back

I’m so damaged it won’t go back

I’m on the run

Used to scrape up resin and put it back in my lungs

Now if I feel like mixing strains

I pick a bag up for fun

I’m on the run

It’s really no stress though i just

Act like my baggage is just luggage

Poured em out on ice they a stain now

Keep it posted on door saying stay out

I just feel like the whole thing’s played out

But boy, was it nice to meet the raincloud

Better, better, better on my own

Stay set up, fed up, got this red dot on my dome

Stick my head up

Heads up, venture out on my own

Famine, crammed inside my home