Untitled - Bad Luck.

We used to be so awful at this life

And every dream I thought

I’d always see that right in front of me

I guess we’re all just waiting to die

Prove everyone who said we wouldn’t turn out right

My head was up to you

I guess you called it

Now you should have thought that

We could do anything right

I’m through with conversation that

It makes me so frustrated when

All the different places, trying to find better ways to

Make our ways through everything

Still with so much left to say

I’ll write down some crappy songs

And convince my friends to sing along but

In the end it makes no difference

I’m wishing I’ve been staring at the ceiling

As I couldn’t find this meaning in it

There’s no way for us to figure out

What this life is all about I’m starting to see now

That everyone I know is slowly growing old

And everyone I know is slowly growing old

And everyone I know is slowly growing old

And everyone I know is slowly growing old

Except me

We used to be so awful at this life

And every dream I thought

I’d always see that right in front of me

I guess we’re all just waiting to die