Hard To Be Alive - Jann Arden

She went up and she never came down

She left most of herself in a room across town

She poured out like whiskey to Jesus at night

Tryna find some salvation for her pitiful life

Cause it’s hard to be a alive

It’s so hard to be alive

He went out and he never came back

Just a sign on the door with a P. S. attached

I’ve gone for forgiveness, so take what you need

There’s a key by the flower pot, down by your things

Cause it’s hard to be a alive

It’s so hard to be alive

It’s rare and it’s wonderful at the same time

It’s hard to be alive

Twelve years old, with his head in his hands

And he’s trying to estimate where he might land

It’s hard to imagine why everything ends

But it’s harder to realize where to begin

Cause it’s hard to be a alive

It’s so hard to be alive

It’s rare and it’s wonderful at the same time

It’s hard to be alive