Improving Ground

Hey I was wrong and you were right
 But that won't be the worst thing I do tonight
 I jumped off a boat that was going
 Way too fast
 These are words, and there are pictures
 Together they make up a story
 There's surprisingly little glory
 In being the first to tell a lie
 You're an automated gunship
 A lazy-eyed cowslip
 A giant in miniature
 Ambiguous gesture
 And I can't decide
 Whether to live, or whether to sigh
 Away all my days
 I was strong, you were stronger
 But I could probably beat you in a bar fight
 The things you see ringed in neon
 Do not ever last
 You're an ancient prize-winner
 A lottery jacket
 A battlefield finder
 A bad luck reminder
 And I can't decide
 Whether to live, or whether to sigh
 Away all my days
 I'm not dead I'm just disorganized
 I'm alive I'm just unsatisfied
 Yeah but I'm happy to be anywhere tonight
 Away all my days