Lawrence Arms - These Pigs Seem To Be Getting The Best Of Me

Sometimes I like to lay in bed and pretend like I died
Sometimes I stay like that until the day becomes night
Then I crank myself up and I set loose to fly
Like a bunch of restless bats finally coming to life

And the places are the same, but the faces are new
And my own face is somewhere between yellow and blue
And I'm pressing my luck just to see if I can
And I'm betting my soul and I'm losing again

'Cause these pigs seem to be getting the best of me
These fucking pigs seem to be getting the best of me
These fucking pigs seem to be getting the best of me
With so much to love, sometimes you wind up diseased

Now I'm back in the sun and my fingers are scraping
And I can't work the clasp, I can't stop the shaking
And I'm making that face that only ever happens
When your life takes a shit in your pants and keeps crapping

What happened to all the "oh, you'll be fines?"
What happened to having plenty of time?
What happened to my fucking body and mind?
I poisoned them dry, but I'd still like to try

To wake up tomorrow
And to feel myself grow in the sun
To finally face all
Of the work I still need to get done
To quit being such a pussy and run
Back into the storm where my demons come from

But these pigs seem to be getting the best of me
These fucking pigs seem to be getting the best of me
These fucking pigs seem to be getting the best of me
With so much to love, sometimes you wind up diseased
With so much to love, sometimes you wind up diseased
With so much to love, sometimes you wind up diseased