Birdtalker

This is my anthem for this year. It seems like I fail a lot more than I am successful these days, and yet there’s always hope that tomorrow, I’ll do better.

Tired and worn from the patterns I’ve carved
I will do better in the morning
I’m afraid of who I’d be without you
I will do better in the morning
Twisting up smokes, I’m in control
‘Til the fire burns out my miniature vacation
But I’m always left with the taste in my mouth
I will do better in the morning

I only do what I have done
I will do better in the morning
Afraid of what I might become
I will do better in the morning
Stuck inside a cycle of opinions
Where there’s two clear ways
And I always take the easy one
And I’m always left with the taste in my mouth
I will do better in the morning

I learned shame when I was young
I will do better in the morning
Choked libido fucked me up
I will do better in the morning
Suck me dry you uptight fakers
You stole from me lovemaking
I’m always left with the taste in my mouth
I will do better in the morning

Behind my eyes a familiar child
I take his hand and he finally smiles

Be gentle with yourself as you uncover
Your best kept secrets yet to be discovered
In stillness, boys, clear water to the bottom
You will do better in the morning
I will do better in the morning

BirdTalker, Better in the Morning