Getting By

Black and white tuxedo cat, watching time unfold

At the very center of the material world

You don’t have to tell me it was all a fever dream

Rolling and unfolding, coming open at the seams

I trace my footsteps backwards

from the hallway to the stairs

Comes as no surprise

I’m woefully underprepared

Lying on the kitchen floor

the cold linoleum

Getting by, getting high,

Getting absolutely nothing done

Getting by with you

Blowing on the dice with you

Running hot and running cold

Losing sleep and growing old

Getting by with you

Bought a jar of caviar

with my EBT

Got bit by a chihuahua

walking up division street

This isn’t where i thought I’d be

You said “it never is”

There is no destination

You just get to where you get

Oh getting by with you

Blowing on the dice with you

Running hot and running cold

Losing sleep and growing old

Getting by with you

Staring at the ceiling

and the ceiling starts to spin

Baby hold my hand

I think I’m spiraling again

Oh getting by with you

Blowing on the dice with you

Running hot and running cold

Losing sleep and growing old

Getting by with you