Out Of Luck

I'm used to losing things I love

hindsights the only thing I trust

when I'm right it feels like fucking up

ask me when I'm dead what I've become

Its quite the bill to fit and live a bit

I'll quit before my ceilings hit

we're dealing with the emptiness again

Now I'm fucked up

been out of luck

how long can I keep it tough

let me know when you've had enough

break my teeth and call my bluff

Tired out, hand on the gun

hold me down or let me run

I'm still chasing light from the sun

one more night and I go numb

If its working please don't fix it

cause I get uncomfortable when its different

a lot of my fear comes from change

and I blame everybody who kept me the same

I don't want to be you

so start getting used to

no sleeping I don't do

I just fill up a glass with the feelings I have

and drink that, hope I pass out