Sift Through the Piles

Woke up in the burial
We're the material
Wishing away
I could undo love to make my mind up
Not up to you but up to itself
Myself

How much did I want?
But never cherished you then
What I found was the opposite effect
I couldn't know
Well, it's brand new now everywhere

Woke up later again and again
It was all over
If I wouldn't have been sober
This woulda been in vain

Better me, better you
Better us
Better me, better you
Better us
Better me, better you
Better us