She used to get high as the ceiling
Dreaming about unconditional love, trying to breath underwater
She can't feed her child on love songs
So she climbs back on her high heels
That she hated yesterday
You know that I love her so much that I can't see her dying
She's killing herself with lies and the promise of a new day
Well hey friend, let me pick up the pieces
I was broken long before I learnt to fly
So high, let me carry the weight for a little while
Gonna turn those tears into warpaint
Gonna keep on fighting and hustling till we die... if we die
Yeah there'll be better times
She used to get high
Thinking about the things she said she'd try
But she can't, she can't
Can't feed her child on love songs
So she climbs back on her high heels (that she hated yesterday)
Well hey friend, let me pick up the pieces
I was broken long before I learnt to fly
So high, let me carry the weight for a little while
Gonna turn those tears into warpaint
Gonna keep on fighting and hustling till we die... if we die
Yeah, yeah... there'll be better times, better times, better times
There'll be better times