Lyrics:

Don't pretend that you don't know me
If you mean to offend me
Then you're doing pretty well
And how convincingly you've shown me
That the love I thought was built to last
Is now an empty shell

Things can only get better
What's around the corner
Who can tell?
I'll built a little place just north of heaven
I'm kinda tired of living south of hell

Don't assume you can ignore me
You'd best bite your lip in case I
Make it after all
And how contemptuously you've shown me
That all my aspirations
Were so paltry and so small

Things can only get better
What's around the corner
Who can tell?
I'll build a little place just north of heaven
I'm kinda tired of living south of hell

Some mother's talking 'bout Guns 'n' Roses
As if I give a fuck
At best I think they suck
I'm too preoccupied with my memories
Not nonentities

Things can only get better
What's around the corner
Who can tell?
I'll build a little place just north of heaven
I'm kinda tired of living south of hell