I burst in Through the door It takes two before I begin to feel something I wonder when I lost the will Or the power and ability to just be still Am I getting better, am I getting bitter? Am I getting better, am I getting bitter? Yeah Now I lie back, like I used to all the time Ears underneath, eyes are on the water line Here in the house from beneath the hardwood floor I'm inside the still life, Honey - I'm inside the walls Yeah Its a kind, a kind of trick That I learned to play upon myself so I don't have to think And it helps, me to shape How I feel about the things that I find hard to take Am I getting better, am I getting bitter? Am I getting better, am I getting bitter? Yeah Now I lie back, like I used to all the time Ears underneath, eyes are on the water line Here in the house from beneath the hardwood floor I'm inside the still life, Honey - I'm inside the walls Oh Oooh, Yeah Am I getting better, am I getting bitter? Am I getting better, am I getting bitter? Am I getting better, am I getting bitter? Am I getting better, am I getting bitter? Am I getting better, am I getting bitter? Am I getting better, am I getting bitter? Oooh, Yeah Aaah, Woah