Better of Me (Live From Finsbury Park)

[Spoken Intro] Alright, this song is called "Better of Me" [Verse 1: Sam Fender] It opened up Pandora's box And it all came rushin' out like water Trapped inside a pressurised vat I lay crooked on the stairs Pickin' fights with my reflection Tryna' pry out some answers from that idiot I spent many days takin' walks around the haunts That you and I spent all our adolescent life You hurt my heart and subsequently I hurt others And I'm no further than I was before [Chorus: Sam Fender] God, you really got the better of me God, you really got the better of me [Verse 2: Sam Fender] And I hated you I was so jealous of your standin' And I envied your happy family Oh, I looked like shit Stuck in all my vice rotations Tryna' find light in every broken soul I convinced myself that you were just another chemical That needed to be sweated out Until I saw you on the beach Birthing smiles in every passerby That caught your beautiful eye [Chorus: Sam Fender] Oh God, you really got the better of me God, you really got the better of me God, you really got the better of me God, you really got the better of me God, you really got the better of me God, you really got the better of me [Spoken Outro] Alright, let's get everyone fuckin' movin', I think it's time to chill [?]