Our miracles

Been wasting all our days
As tossing matches to a flame
We've been drinking hard so we're feeling brave
Enough to mourn the days that pass
Enough to raise a drinking glass
Enough to trade a sigh for a laugh.
We've been living off our miracles.

So what's a dreamer to do?
Climb up a mountain just for the view?
Cover each one of our backs just like a bruise?
I heard that time can heal all wounds,
"It'll make you good as new."
Well, I'm still picking at a few too soon.
We've been living off our miracles.