It's always the next personThat gets the better versionThat knows about the personThat's gonna get the better versionYour girlfriend never thanked meFor being such a pyroLighting matches in my eyesClosed cover sheet in your mouthDrove you so far awayIt's like I really dropped you off at her houseI know you came onNumber in case you wonderLike where is she nowYou say you wanna check inYou're only checkingOn how I turned outI'm doing better, I don't know if you rememberWhen I told you in SeptemberThat you wouldn't recognize meWhen I'm in public and I just got back from LondonProbably spent a couple hundredOn some bougie * happyI wanna show a suckerI always thought that I'd be happierIf I could buy itI'm doing betterWhile I've been looking for myselfWhile my tummy's still hurtWhy does, why does better feel worse, ohWhy does better feel worse, ohBetter feels worseYour girlfriend never thanked meWhat?Let's go* it, I'm a high roadI get satisfied lonelyOut by a new whipBut you'll never see me take the high roadOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohI know you came all overIn case you wonderedLike where is she nowYou said you wanna check inYou're only checkingOn how I turned outI'm doing better, I don't know if you rememberWhen I told you in DecemberThat you wouldn't recognize meAfter the grow upI was learning how to grow a patternBut you bet I woke up by your fireI felt like I was flyingI felt the stars aligningI always thought that if I ever got this high upI felt the stars aligningLike it's * I've never been this way beforeI'm doing better, I've been looking for my centerBut my tummy still hurtsIt's better if it worksIt's better if it worksSmiling on the outside, crying on the insideYou will never know, I'm pausing with a good sideSmiling on the outside, dying on the insideWhy does it make you feel soRadio City, give it up for my incredible * band on stage tonightWe've got Cameron on the drumsWe've got Nick on guitarWe've got Lexi on guitarAnd we've got Sophie on the bassSmiling on the outside, crying on the insideYou will never know, I'm pausing with a good sideI'm doing better, I've been looking for my centerBut my tummy still hurtsWhy does it better feel worse?I guess I should have thanked youFor letting me go psychoI hit you with a low blowBaby, it's just promoIf I could write that song againI wouldBut I wouldn't put it outBut I wouldn't put it out