Better Made

This is where you walk in
 And 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 a cold burn of winter
 And I should feel better
 Should be better made
 And I could 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 your rain
 Take the highs and feel the lows
 Find the space between the rows
 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
 And I should feel better
 Should be better made
 And I should feel better
 Should be better made
 And I should feel better
 Should be better made
 And I should feel better
 Could be better made