Make You Better - The Decemberists

I want you, thin fingers

I wanted you, thin fingernails

And when you bend backwards

I wanted you, I needed you

Oh-oh, to make me better

I’ll love you in springtime

I lost you when summer came

And when you pulled backwards

I wanted to, I needed to

Oh-oh, to make me better

Oh-oh, to make me better

But we’re not so starry-eyed anymore

Like the perfect paramour you were in your letters

And won’t it all just come around to make you

Let it all unbreak you to the day you met her

But it’d make you better

It’d make you better

I sung you your twinges

I suffered you your tattletales

And when you broke sideways

I wanted you, I needed you

Oh-oh, to make me better

Oh-oh, to make me better

But we’re not so starry-eyed anymore

Like the perfect paramour you were in your letters

And won’t it all just come around and make you

Let it all unbreak you to the day that you met her

And it’d make you better

Did it make you better?

Make you better, oh

And all I wanted was a sliver to call mine

And all I wanted was a shimmer in your shine

To make me bright

Cause we’re not so starry-eyed anymore

Like the perfect paramour you were in your letters

And won’t it all just come around and make you

Let it all unbreak you to the day you met her

But it’d make you better

It’d make you better, oh