Won't somebody help me up, cause I seem to be drowning off in this cup
Of shame and regret and 99 cent tea, and a shot from the bottle of my dads whiskey
I stole this morning to share with my 'friends', though they never paid me nor the consequence
Can't find a good reason in retrospect, blame it on being young and stupid I guess

And I wasted so much time, bullshitting myself and living a lie
I'm truly happy this is where I belong, you can't solve no problems by writing a song
So let's get fucked up and all hang around, cause the truth's hard to swallow, burns all the way down
But the gin goes smoothly and helps me forget
Another shot for every second guess

I look out and see all that I can be, or at least all the things I wish I could
Like the birds flying up over me, I swear I hear them laughing in between each song
"Look at that fool down on the ground, wishing he was where we are.
If he only knew how bad, I wish I could play the guitar"
See, perception is a funny thing, no matter how you look at it
We all want something we can't have, but I guess that's not really that bad
Spread your wings and learn to fly, or break your legs in the process when you try
If fall down I will pick you up, because I know how it feels to feel like giving up
Yeah, if you fall down I will pick you up, because I know how it feels to feel like giving up

If you fall down I will pick you up, because I know how it feels to feel fucked