Better Made Testo

This is where you walk inAnd tell me how I've been
There's no milk left to spill
Just another headache pill
Shaving in a broken mirror
Bathing in a shower of splinters
Your touch is like the cold burn of winter
And I should feel better
Should be better made
And I should feel better
Should be better made
This is where you walk out
A cradle for my doubt
Your kingdom for my pain
My overcoat for the rain
Take the highs and feel the lows
Find the space between the row
Pleasure for an empty soul
And I should feel better
Should be better made
And I should feel better
Should be better made
This is where I am from
This is where I belong
This is where I am from