Rilo Kiley, Draggin’ Around
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 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
