Better By Now
H. Little
I don’t want your hands, don’t want your tools
Your knife is dirty and your plans are cruel
You can’t fix broken hearts or rules
Your knife is dirty and your plans are cruel
I burned up the clutch in the Cavalier
Drove all the way home in second gear
Like to killed myself trying to disappear
Trying not to be stuck with you out here
I ought to be better by now
But I got mixed up with you somehow
I ought to be better by now
There’s nine roads in and one way out
I ought to be better by now
Ought to be better by now
You crawled out of the woods that night
Fit to kill anybody big enough to die
The boy you were is the man I know
But that was a hundred years ago
That was a hundred years ago
And I ought to be better by now
But I got mixed up with you somehow
I ought to be better by now
There’s nine roads in and one way out
I ought to be better by now
Ought to be better by now
Well, I’ve wasted a lot of love being wrong
I learn too late, and I stay too long
You carved a hole in the soul of me
I filled it up with gasoline
A man like you won’t feel a thing
That sharp a blade’s gonna come out clean
That sharp a blade’s gonna come out clean
And I ought to be better by now
But I got mixed up with you somehow
I ought to be better by now
There’s nine roads in and one way out
And I ought to be better by now
Ought to be better by now
I ought to be better by now
Ought to be better by now