Lyrics Tiny Moving Parts

Tiny Moving Parts

The Better Days

The what-if's are killing me,

Keeping me awake

I lie to myself, but my heart's too smart

To be tricked by my brain

I'm not okay (I'm not)

But I will be someday (I'm strong)

But I'm wounded

I can tell myself I'm moving on,

But that's just a poor excuse for comfort

It's just camouflage for abandonment

And I can't spend my life waiting for the grand moment

You take me back and make me laugh again (That would be a miracle)

Which is impossible by definition

But I miss you

I know you can hear it in my voice,

When I talk to you, I can see it in your eyes

I used to love your eyes

I used to love our lies

Living's what I'll do

It's always what I've done

The clouds have got to show the sun!

I will (I will)

Find the (Find the)

I'll find the better days

Deep down (Deep down)

I know (I know)

They'll always be in reach

They will always be in reach

I've reduced to how I usually feel

When I fix to mind

That I won't see you

I've reduced to how I usually feel

'Cause I won't see you