Better Days

Overthinking conversations that I'm having in my head
Wondering if I should just lay here and put it all to bed
My imagination, it runs away with my common sense
Every word unspoken is still something that I shoulda said

Is it grace or is it silence?
Speaking up just feels like violence, oh
And there's never perfect timing
So I smile instead of dying

It's not the place I wanna be
These aren't the thoughts I wanna think
If these are the cards I gotta play
I'll pray and wait for better days
Hold my head up, try not to sink
Do what I know works best for me
If these are the cards I gotta play
I'll pray and wait for better days

Better days

Counting all the questions that I never really got to ask
Hiding all the damage underneath a fragile painted mask
Every time I reach for you, I feel you slip away like past
I don't know what hurts more, what you say or what you did to me

Is it grace or is it silence?
Speaking up just feels like violence
And there's never perfect timing
So I smile to hide the dying

It's not the place I wanna be
These aren't the thoughts I wanna think
If these are the cards I gotta play
I'll pray and wait for better days
Hold my head up, try not to sink
Do what I know works best for me
If these are the cards I gotta play
I'll pray and wait for better days

I'll wait, I'll wait for better days
I'll wait, I'll wait for better days