Tough Luck

Long night lounging in some long johns; last bite of your bagel then it's all gone
The sun is almost hitting my pot of dust full of ashes gathered from a megabus
Landlines and living in the old age. Usually home, but you can always catch me on page
Whoever asked for the time? I think it's a quarter to nine
Or maybe half past prime-I wouldn't be surprised
'Cause it's a long life, and this is last call. So sure I'll say it again
The "best" was never enough. Maybe it's just tough luck?
Either way, I'm alive (at least for most of the time)
I think it's probably tough luck, yeah. Sort of like summertime again
"Slow and steady" straggle behind. Sort of like summertime again
Am I losing my mind? Then go ahead, walk away. Go ahead, alright
Sort of like summertime again
Am I losing my mind?
Then go ahead, walk away
Go ahead, alright



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Writer(s): Oliver Houston
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