Better Made
this is where you walk in
and tell me how I've been
there's no milk left to spill
just another headache pill
shaving in a broken mirror
bathing in a shower of splinters
your touch is like the cold burn of winter
and I should feel better
should be better made
this is where you walk out
a cradle for my doubt
your kingdom for my pain
my overcoat for your rain
take the highs and feel the lows
find the space between the rows
pleasure for an empty soul
this is where I am from, this is where I belong