The Q-Tip Bandits
Better Place
Give me your demons they play well with mine
Give me a moment and let me waste all of your time
I hope you don’t mind

Give me your angels and your devils too
And I’ll do my best to not let them get the best of you
What’s left of you

Cause all of these shoulders
Hold ghosts on their crowns
And all of these bright eyes
They just dart around the room
Are we going home soon?

And all of these fingers
Hold stories in time
That books fail to dictate
And pens can’t define
Do you
Need a ride to

To a better place
Than here
To a better place
My dear, my dear
Give me your reason and I’ll give you mine
Don’t even matter if they don’t align
It’s true
Cause they don’t need to

Show me your heartache and I’ll give you time
I’ll wait for years if it means you’ll be fine
Do you
Feel the need to?

Find all of the voices
That call out your name
Trace all of your choices
And find whose to blame
You do
And that’s alright too

And all of these monsters
Hide under our beds
And whisper sweet sounds
To the ones in our heads
It’s true
But we’re going home soon

To a better place
Than here
To a better place
My dear, my dear
To a better place
Than here
To a better space
My dear

I’ll be your better place, my dear
Cause it’s a better place when you’re here