Do you worry when you think about the things that you are? I do too and I've just realized it hasn't got me very far And that our dreams die with us in our hospital beds All our long term plans get cut short instead The only long term things we have are loneliness and stress Cursing sunny days and praying for rain sure is getting old And thinking that way never helped anyone, or at least that's what I'm told But all I'm seeing is the ones that I love Struggling to keep their heads above The waves that would drown me every time If they weren't there to pull me out For what it's worth none of this would be worth it Without knowing that I'm not alone But as the sun breaks through the clouds And shines through the rain drops on the window Right into our eyes we don't feel a thing Because we are too busy getting bogged down In the minor details Which makes it impossible to live in the moment So we live every day like it's our last By drinking ourselves to d**h and we can't get enough "Dear Christ, to be born for this!"