You were shouting through the screen door
With my back turned towards you in the driveway
I said “what the hell you gotta scream at me for”
You said “you aren't gonna listen any other way”
Now I'm laid out on the sidewalk
You're my first dial after last call
Ringing you up just to shit-talk
till I pass out

If you ask how I've been doing I won't lie
More than half the time I'm only skatin by
Waiting for the ice to melt beneath me
Why do I keep at it

Sometimes it makes me feel better
Sometimes it makes me feel worse
Used to think that it was magic
Now I'm sure that it's a curse
Spend your whole life gettin clean
Just to wind up in the dirt
Got a shortcut in to paradise that's
killin me but I still gotta try to get there first

You were swinging for the fences
You were running over every cup
Now you're stuck back diggin ditches
And still can't decide if you've run out of luck
‘Cause it feels like winning tickets
At the arcade
Just to trade them in for stuff
That you don't want and you don't need
But all that you can get never seems like enough

‘Cause sometimes it makes me feel better
Sometimes it makes me feel worse
Used to think that it was magic
Now you're sure that it's a curse
Spend your whole life gettin clean
Just to wind up in the dirt
Got a shortcut in to paradise that's
killin me but I still gotta try to get there first