Music: Ebony De Luca/Ben Oldland/Charlie Pittman
it doesn't get better
i think i just think of you less
till someone says your name
punches me right in the chest
well it's easy to think of you fondly
until somebody resembles your body
it doesn't get better
but it's for the best
told me i was mature
when i was acting my age
cause you always thought
i was born in 98
never dinner more like play dates
called my sister by my dogs name
you don't speak my language
but i'm fluent in you
your face goes red
when you've got a secret
the way your eyes turn black
when you're screaming
no one, no one, no one
will ever know you like i do
knuckles white when you're angry driving
the way the wheels fall off when you're tired
no one, no one, no one
will ever know you like i do
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
like i do
the way you held me after you lied
like you were wrong
but you'd make it right
no one, no one, no one
will ever hurt me like you do
your face goes red
when you've got a secret
the way your eyes turn black
when you're screaming
no one, no one, no one
will ever know you like i do
no one will ever know you like i do
knuckles white when you're angry driving
the way the wheels fall off when you're tired
no one, no one, no one
will ever know you like i do
like i do