Steve Sloane - Better

Catching wind of nothing learned
When you catch a breath you've lost before
There's nowhere left for lungs to run
When you live among no lessons in a lifeless corridor

I was born on broken stairs
Raised to lower expectations
The easiest one to disappoint
Is the one you wish you were
With a little patience I could be better

The mind is but an empty pit
The wind turned upside down with locks on it
A fire that burns until it's lit
And you don't know what to cook with it

Every day I'm wrestling
With every night I'm rustling
I might sleep but never rest
Keep my dreams pinned to my chest where they belong
With a little patience I could be better

Written by:
Steve Sloane

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