A Better Man - Acollective

I hope you’re breathing well and made it through the flight

I hope you learn to sleep with all these flashing lights

I hope your feet don’t hurt, I hope they treat you nice

I hope your teeth won’t crack from chewing all this ice

I hear you lost some weight, I bet you’re feeling small

I hear you did not hear anything at all

I hear you’re already here and you’re not letting go

I hear and can see quite clear how it ends up in tears, how it ends up in so

and so…

And please wake up a better man

I know you want it too

Turn the rust back into sand

Please wake up a better man

Or else just let me through

I hope you can

So let the bed bugs bite 'till they blood-let the night

And when morning comes, let up, let down, put up a hell of a fight

Hold still, if you will, try to think it through

Hold still — it’s just a thrill, the joy of killing you’re addicted to

Hold still — for what you spill is best served chilled but has no use

So please wake up a better man

I know you want it too

Turn the rust back into sand

Please wake up a better man

Or else just let me through

I hope you can