Get Better - Frank Turner

I got me a shovel and I’m digging a ditch

And I’m gonna fight for this four square feet of land

Like a mean old son of a bitch

I got me a future, I’m not stuck on the past

I got no new tricks, yeah, I’m up on bricks

But me, I’m a machine and I was built to last

I’m trying to get better 'cause I haven’t been my best

She took a plain black marker, started writing on my chest

She drew a line across the middle of my broken heart

And said «Come on now, let’s fix this mess»

We could get better because we’re not dead yet

They threw me a whirlwind and I spat back the sea

I took a battering but I’ve got thicker skin

And the best people I know are looking out for me

So I’m taking the high road, my engine’s running high and fine

May I always see the road rising up to meet me

And my enemies defeated in the mirror behind

I’m trying to get better 'cause I haven’t been my best

She took a plain black marker, started writing on my chest

She drew a line across the middle of my broken heart

And said «Come on now, let’s fix this mess»

We could get better because we’re not dead yet

It’s just a knot in the small of your back

You could work it out with your fingers

It’s just a tune that got stuck in your head

You could work it out with your fingers

It’s just some numbers tangled up in your sums

You could work it out with your fingers

It’s just a simple Braille missive from the person you miss

A reminder you could always be a little bit better than this

So try and get better and don’t ever accept less

Take a plain black marker and write this on your chest

Draw a line underneath all of this unhappiness

Come on now, let’s fix this mess

We could get better because we’re not dead yet