Better

You know I never liked the sun
I stayed inside when I was young
And now for once I looked above
Cannot give it up

Does it ever get better?
Or does it get blacker?

I always try to hide my hurt
Can’t wear my pain out like a shirt
And I hate those who speak the truth
Cause I avoid it with you

I’d rather stay alone
I’d rather stay at home
With that one remaining ghost
That one remaining ghost