horrible.

We were good, we were gold Got a dream that can't be sold

We were right, till we burned Built a home and watched it burn, oh I didn't wanna leave ya

Didn't wanna go.

Yes, I cry, but then remember that I can tell myself flowers.

Write my name in the sand.

Talk to myself.

Say things you don't understand.

And I can take myself dancing.

And I can't hold my young hands I can't love me better than

You can't.

Can I be better Can I be better

I cannot be better babe