Here's to all the luck that pours down on me
Here's to all the melodies that picked us up off our seats
Here's to the younger ones when they replace me
Here's to the bitterness that keeps the sweet so sweet
Here's to all the words that we'll never speak
Here's to all the pretty girls that you're going to meet
Here's to the little lies I tell in my sleep
Here's to the secrets that you're going to keep
Why dont you raise up, raise up your cup?
Ive had enough, raise up your cups
Here's to the company that we used to keep
Here's to the certainty of sickness and sleep
Here's to the death of who we thought we were
Here's to all our kids that'll never be born
Why don't you raise up, raise up your cup?
I'm choking up, raise up your cups
To dragging around
A cross and a thorny crown
And living because you're willing
And being forgiven, thankfully
