Better Man - The Courteeners

I’m bringing out my best impression

Of seven-year-old me in confession

It’s never more appropriate than now

An open book, I’ll open up if you do

Nothing to hide and very little to lose

It feels to me like things are on the change

I’m trying to be a better man, whatever that is

It’s slightly disconcerting

No direction, no set plan

I’m trying to be a better man, whatever that is

Nobody’s perfect

Nobody’s perfect

Go on, give us a hand

Give us a hand

Another day, another gratitude list

Remembering the Amazon, November, when we kissed

Pages filled with rhymes and better times

Finding a lover and losing them to fate

Finding another, thank your lucky stars, mate

You do not know how lucky you are

I’m trying to be a better man, whatever that is

It’s slightly disconcerting

No direction, no set plan

I’m trying to be a better man, whatever that is

Nobody’s perfect

Nobody’s perfect

Go on, give us a hand

Give us a hand

A helping hand

To understand

That I need to breathe

It’s time to leave

This wonderland

Of wedding bands

And everyone in-between

I’m trying to be a better man, whatever that is

It’s slightly disconcerting

No direction, no set plan

I’m trying to be a better man, whatever that is

Nobody’s perfect

Nobody’s perfect

Go on, give us a hand

Give us a hand