I'm not better, I'm just dealing with it better. You say that's growing, but I still feel seven years old. Is this real living? Or are we all just giving up, are we giving up?
What's the going rate, and should I feel underpaid? Give me real feeling cause I've looked through everything I have
But I'm not better; I'm just dealing with it better
Not the best bet I'd make, not the best one I'd advise. Disclosed diary entries in closets and pantries with the closest friends I had, with the only ones I need
What's gone into you now, what's gone into you boy? You prefer the life you live, you've got Big Hands with you. When did suddenly my days become currency?