Draggin' Around - Rilo Kiley

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 gonna meet

Here’s to the little lies I tell in my sleep

Here’s to the secrets that you’re gonna keep

Why don’t you raise up, raise up your cup?

I’ve 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 draggin' around

A cross and a thorny crown

And livin' because you’re willing

And being forgiven — thankfully.