Reputation The Ugliness Kicking Around
Another fighting chance at clean
just leaves you fighting for a way to come up breathing
or find a better way of giving in warm and easy
to force a fate between playing dead and needy
but I think it might be getting better
Another night of backing down
just leaves you cold and wondering when
you'll scream out loud
how you're as black and blue
as if you'd opened your mouth
and you think oh god there must be some way out
Yeah it must be getting better
because it's got to get better
And I wish it'd been the truth
when you said you'd never lay a hand on me
and god will damn you
for all the ugliness kicking around inside me
you say you're sorry and I pretend it will never come
again.
