Better Times

there's a girl in a blue dress on an empty dance floor
a boy in a white mess goin' out the back door
and there is you and me and how I wish it could be
but the world won't allow a single kiss

and I'm gonna wait for better times, better times
no sweeter lie than time

friday night I got into a fight
and I cut my baby with a sharp razor blade
I turned around and to my surprise she was
bleeding love all over the place

lyin' at your doorstep baby
I cut my wrists with a sharp razor blade
oh won't you please open up your door and I'll be
bleeding love all over your place