Doing Better

Writing, so you know I'm better Can catch my breathing by the letters Grieving far below the pressure But sinking further than her heart was weaving Drowning myself almost every evening Wishing I had met her But there's no pressure Softer now, I think I'm ready Thinking twice, she held me steady Six feet down, I'm almost buried But almost like in ways I seem to crave it So much so, I've even tried to name it Damn, my hands are sweaty Oh, I think about the way these words are for display Just go around it, I don't need to fool it, girl You never thought that I– Yes, I'm doing better with my sleeping I need less time for weeping Yes, I know it's straining But, I'm doing better with my– Steady, now tides are falling Catching more, I'm never stalling I'm on my feet, I'm hardly crawling But on her knees, she never liked to whisper Kept her close, she always seemed to shiver Wishing it was morning, ooh Oh, I think about the way these words are for display Just go around it, I don't need to fool it, girl You never thought that I– Yes, I'm doing better with my sleeping I need less time for weeping Yes, I know it's straining But, I'm doing better with my– Oh, I think about the way these words are for display Just go around it, I don't need to fool it, girl You never thought that I– Yes, I'm doing better with my sleeping I need less time for weeping Yes, I know it's straining But, I'm doing better with my–