Woke up again to fill my cup
It’s just my friend “you’re always fucked up”
Tongue tied again tied down your throat
It’s in my hands, with one hand to god
Got up again, shot down like a bird
Always pretend we know our end
It’s in our friends, who will be ourselves
I’m running with you and I’m running with god
And I forget we’re really good friends
To see and sell this bottled truth
It’s in your hands you’re heaven bound
Let’s all pretend you figured it out