Better

I got a driver side sunburn
On the ride up to your place
The interstate mile heart yearns
For the sight of your face
But the aching back of loyalty
Hasn't been quite so patient
The soured milk that spoiled the tea
I spit out while changing the station

And you just brush your hair
While I read some letter
You never sent
Wait...it gets better

So I'm standing there feeling stupid
like some jerk off
Who loses the game
Because he couldn't read the rule book
and gets pissed off
While you were trying to explain
What you meant when you said
Whatever you felt
Now my stomach feels like it's been
Filled with cement and as far as I'm concerned
You can just go to hell

Have it out in the street
You never meant to upset her
There's nothing that a little sleep
Won't make better

I've got a thousand lame excuses
For all my what's the uses
Weaving themselves into little nooses
Where I hang from time to time
When I'm feeling useless
Every time I lose control
And I'm looking for someone to blame
I spilled the wine all over my clothes
Just from the sound of your name

Now you seem so sweet
You'll even let her keep your sweater
And the rug from under your feet
Wait
It gets better