Lyric

Coffee gone cold on the nightstand

Rent due

Red letters in a pile

Scrolling through headlines like quicksand

Tryna fake brave with a tired smile

But I remember your voice on the stairs

Laughing at nothing

Saying

“We’ll get there”

Feels so far but I still hear that phrase

You said

Better days are coming

Don’t let go

We’re hanging by a thread

But it’s made of gold

We’ve cried in this kitchen

Prayed in this hallway

But side by side

We’ll find our way

Better days

Better days

Hand-me-down dreams in a shoebox

Plans we drew out on a crumpled page

Still taped up there on the fridge door

Faded blue ink but it never aged

When the worry gets loud in my head

I trace every word that we once said

Every promise

Every half-formed phrase

You breathe

Better days are coming

Don’t let go

We’re hanging by a thread

But it’s made of gold

We’ve cried in this kitchen

Prayed in this hallway

But side by side

We’ll find our way

Better days

Better days

One more sunrise

Through these thin blinds

One more little step

We’ll be alright (Oh)

If all we have

Is your hand in mine

That’s enough to

Make it through the night

Better days are coming

Don’t let go

We’re hanging by a thread

But it’s made of gold

We’ve cried in this kitchen

Prayed in this hallway

But side by side

We’ll find our way

Better days

Yeah

Better days