Better Days - Hate Dept.

Let’s go

The sky is white and the asphalt sting-y on the bottoms of our feet

The backs of our hands all stick together on a melting rubber street

But we are no one’s sucker, mother fucker

Better days…

Watching through a hole in the fence and keeping one eye on the ball

Step in, step on, step up, step through and run, but you have to drop and crawl

Make it, break it — don’t know it?

Fake it…

Better days…

Kings of the anthill…

Me and you…

Better days…