Oh oh
It not hard to ignore
Waking up in a sun bleached general store
Cactus dust, it all can be too much
When it comes down on me
You'll see
We try to make it all better yes we
All try to make it all better so we
Tell lies to make us feel better
Cause we hate the tears in her eyes
It doesn't matter anymore
Waking up in a sun bleached general stores
And if changed my character
She'd say it doesn't matter
Cause it's not as it seems
When you're tearing at the seams, oh lord
We try to make it all better yes we
All try to make it all better so we
Tell lies to make us feel better
Cause we hate the tears in her eyes