Life on a What If - The Twang

I live my life on a what if

I languidly drift

I don’t find it painful

You know

And if something falls out of the sky

I’m accepting it

Am I fortunate or not

I don’t know

Cause every day another could be

I count the hours of my last sleep

6 or 7 and I’m sweet

Cause other winds much colder

And wishing wells much drier

Nothing happens on their streets

Those things I think about

When I think about you

Most things I can live without

But I can’t live without you

I’ve had a lot to think about

The conclusion I’m without

Some call it running away

I know

I think I might feel alive

These toxins still reside

Believe me when I say I’ve tried

To let um go

Cause every day another could be

I count the hours of my last sleep

6 or 7 and I’m sweet

Cause other winds much colder

And wishing wells much drier

Nothing happens on their streets

Those things I think about

When I think about you

They do me no good

Most things I can live without

But I can’t live without you

Though I should