Lucky Strike
I cannot be the comfort
You lost when you were nine or so
I can't fill those big old holes
Thought you knew that about me
I never want to wake up
Living your faint memory
I want to wake up in your bed
Fucking scared
Pushing through the bullshit
And working up the nerve to speak
So I cannot fix your car
Or find you another dead-end job
So let's lay on this carpeted floor
And draw with crayons
You lost when you were nine or so
I can't fill those big old holes
Thought you knew that about me
I never want to wake up
Living your faint memory
I want to wake up in your bed
Fucking scared
Pushing through the bullshit
And working up the nerve to speak
So I cannot fix your car
Or find you another dead-end job
So let's lay on this carpeted floor
And draw with crayons
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Writer(s): Teague Cullen
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