Better

Think of all the things you've done All the battles lost and won An uncomfortable rest in your Sunday best Father's twisted; lonely son And you know you could have done it better And you know you could have done it better Eat your words and drink your tea You blame you and you blame me From breakfast toast to midday roast Knowing, choosing not to see And you know you could have done it better And you know you could have done it better Looking back to look ahead is not to look at all So taking stock of all the knocks You're waiting for a fall You're waiting for a fall