The Courteeners — Better Man

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I’m bringing out my best impression
Of seven-year-old me in confession
It’s never more appropriate than now

An open book, I’ll open up if you do
Nothing to hide and very little to lose
It feels to me like things are on the change

I’m trying to be a better man, whatever that is
It’s slightly disconcerting
No direction, no set plan
I’m trying to be a better man, whatever that is
Nobody’s perfect
Nobody’s perfect
Go on, give us a hand
Give us a hand

Another day, another gratitude list
Remembering the Amazon, November, when we kissed
Pages filled with rhymes and better times

Finding a lover and losing them to fate
Finding another, thank your lucky stars, mate
You do not know how lucky you are

I’m trying to be a better man, whatever that is
It’s slightly disconcerting
No direction, no set plan
I’m trying to be a better man, whatever that is
Nobody’s perfect
Nobody’s perfect
Go on, give us a hand
Give us a hand

A helping hand
To understand
That I need to breathe
It’s time to leave
This wonderland
Of wedding bands
And everyone in-between

I’m trying to be a better man, whatever that is
It’s slightly disconcerting
No direction, no set plan
I’m trying to be a better man, whatever that is
Nobody’s perfect
Nobody’s perfect
Go on, give us a hand
Give us a hand