I Get By

So I write best when I drink Merlot.  It's a fact.  Here's tonight's bottle.

I Get By

Standing in the stills, slipping off the walls

Walking down the road, without my clothes

Sticking out a thumb and waving down a car

Hopping in front seats, don’t care where they go

Cannot feel a thing, hand upon a flame

Don’t know what it is to be that way

Swimming at an island that isn’t there

Thinking isn’t something I can do again

There was a time, I could get by

I used to know what I was fighting for

If I was young, I wouldn’t dare

As I get old I don’t seem to care

Sun above the hills, dripping down the falls

Wish upon a scar and dream aloud

Screaming down along the avenues

Smoking out my lungs and breathing out

Haven’t learned a thing, nothing all these years

Make-out at a bar without her name

And sitting stupid, while I’m keeping out

Looking at the passed and dream of fame

There was a time, I could get by

I used to know what I was fighting for

If I was young, I wouldn’t dare

As I get old I don’t seem to care

Painted faces laugh, sipping my merlot

Cannot find the girl I used to know

Wishing nothing more than nothing less

Reading tea-leaf lives I lived before

When it gets dark, cannot find the light

Everything is reasoned in the night

Rationale will wait ‘til mourning comes

Nothing ever hurts like a lovers bite

There was a time, I could get by

I used to know what I was fighting for

If I was young, I wouldn’t dare

As I get old I don’t seem to care