What a Time to Be Barely Alive - Arms Aloft

At some point I must have missed

Were we supposed to outgrow this

«Crossing borders drunk and smiling»

Fuckin' «pills sewn in the lining of our coats» shit

This «hands around our throats» shit

This «ship is sinking, raise another fuckin' toast» shit

But it’s you and yours vs me and mine

Holy Ghosts bless the dollars we left behind

On feelings and far-away dives

What a time

I know it sounds stupid

But I feel a bit more safe

When you’re out here at these parties

But if gone is where the heart is, is there more

To us than just saying

A couple broken-hearted fuck-it's

Or crying in our buckets and meaning it

But that’s me and mine

Holy Ghosts bless the dollars we left behind

On feelings and far-away dives

What a time

What a time to be barely alive

What a time to be barely alive

We make mistakes then roll with the punches

We’ll fight without dignity

Once we’ve fucking lost ours tonight

What a time to be barely alive