I got me a shovel,
And I'm digging a ditch,
And I'm going to 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've 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 because 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 can 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 because 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 can 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 can get better, because we're not dead yet.