Poor Things

I've been really thinking 'bout blowing my life up
Getting in the truck and getting rid of all my stuff
But then I start thinking 'bout the ones I love
The luxury of watching you wake up
Nothing's free but anything's enough
Started staring at the sun but at least I keep my eyes closed
Lost my two best friends, got some new LA clothes
Some people out there really got the nerve
To tell you what you don't deserve
My God, you poor thing, you don't know what you don't know
You don't know what you don't know

And I won't let it slip away
All the beauty and the pain
It don't seem this way right now
But it's getting better every day

I wanna get stoned, drive slow through my hometown
Play the old songs, get familiar with the old sounds
I miss the dog days with the boys in the van
Ten dollar smokes and our broke hands
My God, you poor thing, you find out when you find out
And you don't know what you don't know
And you don't know

I won't let it slip away
All the beauty, endless pain
It don't feel this way right now
But I'm getting better every day
I'm getting better every day