I'm not the sharpest sharp of glass   From this broken window   But there's a few things that I've learned   that you might want to know   That misery is a talent you can hone   And sorrow is a product we call can't wait to own      But I'm just trying to be   a Better Man      Flesh and blood cover the statues on the street   They'll treat you like a friend   But they stare at you like fresh meat   And the porcelain teeth that smile in your face   Can't wait for you to fall   so they can take your place      And I'm just trying to be   a Better Man   Yeah I'm just trying to be   a Better Man      Lie and cheat your friends   while you still have time   And downplay the drama while   you figure out a clever rhyme   And smile in a semi-sympathetic tone   Can't appreciate good friends until you find   you're all alone      But I'm just trying to be   a Better Man   Yeah I'm just trying to be   a Better Man