Some people have it easy, They don't even know. The rent's due on the first, and they still sleep through the alarm. Theirs is a clean-cut morning, our coffee goes cold. Their smiles come easy. Some people have it easy, we don’t. Some people have it easy, we don’t. If it’s gonna break, it tends to break on us first. Still, we keep showing up, still, we keep showing up. We are not those people. Our troubles are real. We love too deep, then sit with what it steals. Regret? Never from me to you. I’d say that plain. We built this thing on bruises and the names of every strain. I'm not always easy. You wanted simple, not me? Life isn't easy, but it's worth the bruising. Like a key bent in the lock, still turning, you make loving feel easy, hope I do too. Some people have it easy, they fold, they don’t bend. They don’t count the losses when the week won’t end. We’re out here patching daylight with tenacity and nerve. Say my name like a warning, or a thing you still deserve. Some people have it easy, we don’t. Some people have it easy, we don’t. No silver in the hallway, no easy exit line. Just two hardheaded people trying to make a crooked life rhyme. There's no cure for heartbreak, words cut deep and don't stay gone. easy to say, easy to keep, easy to regret, but I don’t let it stay long. You said, "I wish you'd made my life easier" And I don't know how else to hear that, but that sounds like regret. You said, "I regret" I don't know what you did expect. No cure in me, don't expect it from me. Some people have it easy, we don’t. Some people have it easy, we don’t. If you want clean answers, I’m the wrong kind of door. But I’ll stay in the fire with you if you ask for more. Some people have it easy, they never learn the cost. We are not those people, and maybe that’s the plot. Still, we laugh in the wreckage, still, we try to sing. Some people have it easy— we make a hard life swing.
