It might feel bleak sometimes
Like there's no end in sight for you
For you
No matter how hard you try
It feels like you lose in all you're doing
You're doing

And it can be so rough
Stressful enough picking apart everything that you do

Some days don't go quite
The way you planned them
Things can get fucked up and get real bad
But whatever happens, know it gets better
You can be happy, not sad
It's the lines on our faces (ah)
That show us the map
Where we've been, we've been

You're bent and you're broken
You felt like a joke but it's not true
Not true
Your threads come unwoven
But we'll patch you up real good
Real good

And it can be so rough
Stressful enough picking apart everything that you do

Some days don't go quite
The way you planned them
Things can get fucked up and get real bad
But whatever happens, know it gets better
You can be happy, not sad
It's the lines on our faces (ah)
That show us the map
Where we've been, we've been

(It all gets better for me)
(It all gets better for me)

Some days don't go quite
The way you planned them
Things can get fucked up and get real bad
But whatever happens, know it gets better
You can be happy, not sad
It's the lines on our faces (ah)
That show us the map
Where we've been, we've been

(It's the lines on our faces
That show us the map)

The lines on our faces
That show us the map
Where we've been, we've been
We've been

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Writer(s): Andrew Peter Clutterbuck, James William Hatcher, Rodaigh Macdonald