Getting Better
i made cupcakes yesterday
and watched the sunset from the highway
and i wrote you a letter
saying that i'm getting better
even though i'll never mail it.
to you, i'm not worth the fight
and maybe you're right
but i swear, i'll shake this soon.
a battle won inside my head
may not look big to you
but it means the world to me.
a galactic trophy that only i can see.
and i'm nervous just to say the words
because everything's a cycle.
triumphant moments sit on islands
surrounded by the empty water.
i think i'm getting better.
i think i'm getting angrier.
i'm ready to fight
until the flame goes cold
because everything's a cycle
and there's only so much i can do.
and i know why you left me
because i would leave me, too.
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