Better Tomorrow

When I picked up the phone I was half way to Tennessee I went out for bread But I didn't stop driving I remembered a voice And the tank was almost empty When I ran out of gas The sky was pink There are days where I want to pressure-wash the walls Scrub my hands till they're raw There are days when I want to fly away from it all But I somehow I don't 'Cuz I know, it'll be better tomorrow I keep keeping lists Of all the lists in my head Losing the list That kept track of all of them Half of the time I don't notice that my hands are shaking Till I've dropped the glass and cut myself There are days when I breakdown cuz I can't find the keys I think I might choke if I try to breathe There are days that the sky feels like a ceiling And I want to fly away from it all There are days where I shed a layer of skin in the shower Stared at the wall for what could have been hours There are days where I don't feel pretty unless I'm starving I wanna evacuate this body But somehow I don't Cuz I know I'll be better tomorrow I can only hope it'll be better tomorrow