She went up and she never came down She left most of herself in a room across town She poured out like whiskey to Jesus at night Tryna find some salvation for her pitiful life
Cause it’s hard to be a alive It’s so hard to be alive
He went out and he never came back Just a sign on the door with a P.S. attached I’ve gone for forgiveness, so take what you need There’s a key in the flower pot, down by your feet
Cause it’s hard to be a alive It’s so hard to be alive It’s rare and it’s wonderful at the same time It’s hard to be alive
Twelve years old, with his head in his hands And he’s trying to estimate where he might land It’s hard to imagine why everything ends But it’s harder to figure out where to begin
Cause it’s hard to be a alive It’s so hard to be alive It’s rare and it’s wonderful at the same time Yes, It’s hard to be alive