Getting by

I wake up every morning

And I raise my heavy head

I think about the things I’ve done

And thoughts I’ve left unsaid

I wonder if that when I die

They’ll put me in the ground

Have a tree grow right thru me

So I can stick around

And if you know me then you know

you don’t know me at all

Ill show you a thing or two

About what its like to fall

Cuz I’ve spent most of my life

Flat down on my face

Gettin by on getting high

And a little bit of faith

I dont know why or how

ive gotten quite this far

Rhyming all my problems while im drinking at the bar

At least i have half a mind

And half a heart to speak

Cuz pretending that it dont exist

Just dont sit right with me

So raise a glass to your lips

Have a drink on me

Im damned because im here tonight

Im damned because im free

And if you need another then

I guess i understand

Getting high and getting by

Just go so hand in hand