I could say I feel better; it depends on the day And what's going on inside my elevator brain Which button is pressed and which number lights I'm never sure which floor is mine 'Cause some days I'm drinking coffee with my friends I've got stitches in my side from all the laughs Other days I can't stitch together the words to say I'm not any better than I've been I could say I'm not sad but it depends on the night And which side of the bed is the side that's right 'Cause I could wait for sleep that just won't come to me Or I could wake up laughing from a good dream 'Cause some days I'm drinking coffee with my friends I've got stitches in my side from all the laughs Other days I can't stitch together the words to say I'm not any better than I've been (Oooh, oooh...) I could say I feel better; it depends on the day And what's going on inside my elevator brain Which button is pressed and which number lights I'm never sure which floor is mine 'Cause some days I'm drinking coffee with my friends I've got stitches in my side from all the laughs Other days I can't stitch together the words to say I'm not any better I'm not okay I'm not any better I'll be okay I'm a little bit better than I've been