Poor Things

I been really thinking 'bout blowing my life up

Gettin' in the truck and gettin' rid of all my stuff

But then I start thinkin' 'bout the ones I love

The luxury of watching you wake up

Nothing's free, but anything's enough

Started staring at the sun, but at least I keep my eyes closed

Lost my two best friends, got some new L.A. clothes

Some people out there really got the nerve

To tell you what you don't deserve

My god, you poor thing

You don't know what you don't know

You don't know what you don't know

And I won't let it slip away

All the beauty and the pain

It don't seem this way right now

But it's getting better every day

I wanna get stoned, drive slow through my hometown

Play the old songs, get familiar with the old sound

I miss the dog days with the boys in the van

Ten dollar smokes in our broke hands

My god, you poor thing, you find out when you find out

And you don't know what you don't know

And you don't know

I won't let it slip away

All the beauty and this pain

It don't feel this way right now

But I'm getting better every day

I'm getting better every day