Dirt

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 take never feels like enough

Sometimes it makes you feel better

Sometimes it makes you 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