I'm not the sharpest sharp of glass
From this broken window
But there's a few things that I've learned
that you might want to know
That misery is a talent you can hone
And sorrow is a product we call can't wait to own
But I'm just trying to be
a Better Man
Flesh and blood cover the statues on the street
They'll treat you like a friend
But they stare at you like fresh meat
And the porcelain teeth that smile in your face
Can't wait for you to fall
so they can take your place
And I'm just trying to be
a Better Man
Yeah I'm just trying to be
a Better Man
Lie and cheat your friends
while you still have time
And downplay the drama while
you figure out a clever rhyme
And smile in a semi-sympathetic tone
Can't appreciate good friends until you find
you're all alone
But I'm just trying to be
a Better Man
Yeah I'm just trying to be
a Better Man