Better Tomorrow

call it faith, call it greed
I forgot it... could you come & remind me?
I'm the fault nominee
with a dollar and a bucket for the weak
I've seen this show
it always ends the same - I know you know
you run, I crawl
God tell me I'll be better tomorrow
you lean, I fall
God tell me I'll be better tomorrow

you 're the world, you're the weight
you're the star and I'm left here cut-rate
you're the pain guarantee
cleaning wounds with gasoline
and salt to cure my thirst
you're still the best at bringing out my worst

so burnt out
so left out of what I started