Living is that sickening feeling of swaying over the edge
When naming the days feels like counting down
I take what I can get because I've given more than I possess
I hold my head high because I'm trying not to drown
Understanding what gets you through might end up killing you
Understand what's killing you
Like trying to survive without vice
Jumping in with both feet just to tread water
Understanding what gets you through might end up killing you
Understand what's killing you
Disposed on the side of the road, left to wonder
If the headlights are a savior or a killer
