I could say I feel better; it depends on the day
and what’s going on inside my elevator brain
which bu*ton is pressed; which number lights
I’m never sure which floor is mine
Cause some days I’m drinking coffee with my friends
I’ve got stitches in my side from all the laughs
and other days I can’t fit together the words to say
I’m not any better than I’ve been
I could say I’m not sad but it depends on the night
and which side of the bed is the side that’s right
cause I could wait for sleep that just won’t come to me
or I could wake up laughing from a good dream
Some days I’m drinking coffee with my friends
I’ve got stitches in my side from all the laughs
and other days I can’t fit together the words to say
I’m not any better
I’m not okay
I’m not any better than I’ve been
I could say I feel better it depends on the day
and what’s going on inside my elevator brain
which bu*ton is pressed and which number lights
I never know which floor is mine
Some days I’m drinking coffee with my friends
I’ve got stitches in my side from all the laughs
and other days I can’t fit together the words to say
I’m not any better
I’m not okay
I’m not any better
I’ll be okay
I’m a little bit better than I’ve been