Stories told unfold like battered waves   Blaming the choice to be in a safe routine   Filling the blanks with our second fame   Blaming the empty seats on our safe routine      Don't bet we're through   I want the better you   Waiting for me to be better, too (x2)      Now I'm folding under stories told    About how you choose to be alone   Waiting for me to better, too   But no one can be half as cool as you