Tell me all the ways that I could be better, better at loving you
And it's still bad, sometimes I forget the little things I ought to do
Got a heart full of soul and a head full of nonsense
I never know what's gonna win through
So tell me all the ways that I could be better, better at loving you
When I whisper in your ear, should I tell you sweet nothings
Or say what's really on my mind
Should I always tell the truth, it's a little white lie
Cruel to be kind
It's not safe to assume that I'll always figure out
What I want on a day or two
Better tell me all the ways that I could be better, better at loving you
The ways of the world
I've always been a mystery to me
It's a miracle
Just how I am day to day
But here I am and here I'll stay
I caught you on a phone, we made a conversation
So much never gets said
We talk about work, we talk about the weather
We always take our lovers ready
But when I get old, I can always find something
I really, really, really must do
Instead of trying all the ways
I can be better, better at loving you
All the ways of the world
My father's been the best to me
To me, it's a miracle
Just how I get
To me, it's a miracle
Day to day
Here I am, here I'll stay
Tell me all the ways
That I can be better, better at loving you
Hey Mr. Man
Sometimes I forget
The little things I ought to do
Got a heart and a soul
And a handful of dances
You never know what's gonna win through
So tell me all the ways
That I can be better, better at loving you
Better at loving you
Better at loving, better at loving
Better at loving you