Lucky (Radio Edit)
I'm still getting used to this place
I closed my eyes and blew away
Every trace of anything I might know or recognize
And it's a little strange to be somewhere
Where I have no past to be constantly aware of
And as far as they're concerned I have nothing
But an empty road behind me and cloudless sky above
So I keep a lucky lira in my pocket
To remind me that money's just a fad
It's just something that we all go through
It's not the object, it's just a thing we had
Sometimes this pain just squeezes
It's like a fist around my heart
And I can't breathe or get my motor to start
I'm at the light in neutral
In need of a good shove
Or a friendly face that shows me something that looks like love
But some days it feels like there's nothing
But an empty road before me and thunder from above
So I keep a lucky shoelace in my pocket
To remind me to keep my laces tied
To go through all the motions
Of getting dressed to face the day
Even when it's terrible outside
Starting over all again, when will this ever end
Is there a finger on the scales
'cause there goes the gun, i'm at the line again
Another race to run, but someone has to win
So I keep a lucky hairband in my pocket
To remind me to tie my hair up tight
Put on my best shoes and suit up to win
Knowing I'm the dark horse, but hoping that I might
I closed my eyes and blew away
Every trace of anything I might know or recognize
And it's a little strange to be somewhere
Where I have no past to be constantly aware of
And as far as they're concerned I have nothing
But an empty road behind me and cloudless sky above
So I keep a lucky lira in my pocket
To remind me that money's just a fad
It's just something that we all go through
It's not the object, it's just a thing we had
Sometimes this pain just squeezes
It's like a fist around my heart
And I can't breathe or get my motor to start
I'm at the light in neutral
In need of a good shove
Or a friendly face that shows me something that looks like love
But some days it feels like there's nothing
But an empty road before me and thunder from above
So I keep a lucky shoelace in my pocket
To remind me to keep my laces tied
To go through all the motions
Of getting dressed to face the day
Even when it's terrible outside
Starting over all again, when will this ever end
Is there a finger on the scales
'cause there goes the gun, i'm at the line again
Another race to run, but someone has to win
So I keep a lucky hairband in my pocket
To remind me to tie my hair up tight
Put on my best shoes and suit up to win
Knowing I'm the dark horse, but hoping that I might
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Writer(s): Vanessa Kathryn Peters
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