Living is that sickening feeling of swaying over the edge When naming the days feels like counting down I take what I can get because I've given more than I possess I hold my head high because I'm trying not to drown Understanding what gets you through might end up killing you Understand what's killing you Like trying to survive without vice Jumping in with both feet just to tread water Understanding what gets you through might end up killing you Understand what's killing you Disposed on the side of the road, left to wonder If the headlights are a savior or a killer