Have you been staring in the mirror
Looking for things to explain
How we all live tragic lives
How we all get through the days
We'll compare your notes and journals
Since I know I've gotta say
How all of us are feeling
About the world today

How we all keep dreaming big
Because it keeps our fading hope up
Since the lightning in the sky
Keeps grounding us back down to Earth
Now I just want to live my life
But I lack the luxury
Of not dealing with degradation
Since God's fucking with me

These days are getting better bit by bit
But the world is making me feel sick
These days are getting better bit by bit
But the world makes me sick

And I'm way too young to worry about the world
Since I'm trying to find my path
Through desert suns and razored grass
And here's to Appalachia
Who showed me how to survive
Through the darkest times of my life

Have you ever gotten so drunk
To the point where you throw up
From the drunken text sent to an ex
About wanting to hook up
Then wake up in the morning
Just to work at 6 a. m
And to find yourself struggling
To read what they said

How we all still fear death
Even though we know it's coming
To send us back to our makers
To conclude our final stories
While we try to contemplate
The existence of everything
As we sit in empty bedrooms
Wishing for another attempt

These days are getting better bit by bit
But the world is making me feel sick
These days are getting better bit by bit
But the world makes me sick

And I'm way too young
To worry about the world
Since I'm trying to find my path
Through desert suns and razored grass
And here's to Appalachia
Who showed me how to survive
Through the darkest times of my life

And living downtown I've seen people die
You could say that's just what it's like on the South Side
And I've seen my friends not even make it to twenty-five
Yet people preach about their "perfect lives"

And I'm way too young
To worry about the world
Since I'm trying to find my path
Through desert suns and razored grass
And here's to Appalachia
Who showed me how to survive
Through the darkest times of my life