This paper peeling off the walls
I see the paint from yesterday
We try to cover up the past
But tiny secrets still appear

So please don´t say it gets better,
It gets better, it gets better every time
I´m not better, we´re not better, even after all this time.
Ohhhh

The kitchen floor is of jacketboard
We tried at any scheme for years
The toars are crowed
The colour´s changed
The battleground is overcleared

So please don´t say it gets better,
It gets better, it gets better every time
I´m not better, we´re not better, even after all this time.
Ohhhh

Under the floorboards
Memories linger
Sleeping storie we outgrew

Its not a place we called home
Just a place we´ve been for years
The garden weeds have overgrown
We´ve overstayed our welcome here