You’re my chains
You bring me under the water
Though my brain says stop
I keep going
My insecurities make me
And i-d-i-o-t
I know it’s charming to none
And alarming to some
But it only gets better
When it can’t get worse
It only gets better, better, better
When it can’t get worse
People’s floors, have become my new mattress
I spend all my cash
Making a fool of myself
My insecurities make me
An s-t-u-p-i-d
I know it’s charming to none
And alarming to some
But it only gets better
When it can’t get worse
It only gets better, better, better
When it can’t get worse
I pray when I drive home
21 in a 25 zone
This can’t last forever
I have to get better
But it only gets better
When it can’t get worse
It only gets better, better, better
When it can’t get worse
Thin Lear's sophisticated rock music is tempered with soaring chamber pop accents and an undeniable gift for melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 30, 2020