Everyday that you don't get better, man, you're getting worse
Every drink that you wanna take you know will only feed your thirst
There ain't no bird that'd hit a window if it's covered in dirt
There ain't no way that a kid like me will ever have some kind of worth
So I'm filling all the storm drains up with cigarette butts
So the next time that it rains all the streets will flood
Next time that it does rain, all the streets will flood

All the change that you've been dodging is piled up
Yeah nickels, dimes, and pennies dropping into paper cups
There ain't no seed that could ever grow in the pit that you have dug
There ain't no way you can climb out on a ladder without any rungs
So you're filling up that hole with all those girls
you thought you could love
Blonde haired reparation for all the battleships you've sunk
Green eyed medication for all the battleships you've sunk

So you're caught in the teeth of the tyrant king
Another little bird to keep his mouth clean
You're pecking all the flesh off of the people that you've been
Your bones are exposed, you've grown too thin
Your bones are exposed, you've grown too thin
Your bones are exposed
Your bones are exposed

Everyday I'm getting better at feeling worse
Yeah, I call that progress, my sadness comes first
There ain't no word that could bang a drum if it didn't fucking hurt
Ain't no way a little boy like me will ever have some kind of worth
So you're filling all those holes up with those girls
you thought you'd love
Yeah, I'm filling mine up with these cigarette butts
So the next time that it rains, all the streets will flood