Better Man

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