Better of Me (Live From Finsbury Park)

[Spoken Intro]
Alright, this song is called "Better of Me"

[Verse 1: Sam Fender]
It opened up Pandora's box
And it all came rushin' out like water
Trapped inside a pressurised vat
I lay crooked on the stairs
Pickin' fights with my reflection
Tryna' pry out some answers from that idiot
I spent many days takin' walks around the haunts
That you and I spent all our adolescent life
You hurt my heart and subsequently I hurt others
And I'm no further than I was before

[Chorus: Sam Fender]
God, you really got the better of me
God, you really got the better of me

[Verse 2: Sam Fender]
And I hated you
I was so jealous of your standin'
And I envied your happy family
Oh, I looked like shit
Stuck in all my vice rotations
Tryna' find light in every broken soul
I convinced myself that you were just another chemical
That needed to be sweated out
Until I saw you on the beach
Birthing smiles in every passerby
That caught your beautiful eye

[Chorus: Sam Fender]
Oh God, you really got the better of me
God, you really got the better of me
God, you really got the better of me
God, you really got the better of me
God, you really got the better of me
God, you really got the better of me

[Spoken Outro]
Alright, let's get everyone fuckin' movin', I think it's time to chill [?]