Hard Luck
It's hard luck
I'm starving and I still can't sleep
Caught up in nostalgia
Grass stains, skinned knees
Can't change but I want to
Cause my hands aren't clean
Caught up in the trauma
I can't unsee
Getting caught up in the worst of it
You haven't left much to keep working with
I take my time
Work with these hands of mine
There's too much hurt in this
Who do you think deserves this shit?
I pray from time to time
But I think this failure is by design
It's hard luck
I'm starving and I still can't sleep
Caught up in nostalgia
Grass stains, skinned knees
Can't change but I want to
Cause my hands aren't clean
Caught up in the trauma
I can't unsee
Fill a red bottle with pills again
Still feel hollow, feel the guilt ascend
I can't survive what you have in mind
Said you'd breathe life into me
Buried your knife deep into mе instead
I won't make it unless
You fall down by thе wayside and give into progress
It's hard luck
I'm starving and I still can't sleep
Caught up in nostalgia
Grass stains, skinned knees
Can't change but I want to
Cause my hands aren't clean
Caught up in the trauma
I can't unsee
It's hard luck
I'm starving and I still can't sleep
Caught up in nostalgia
Grass stains, skinned knees
Can't change but I want to
Cause my hands aren't clean
Caught up in the trauma
I can't unsee
I'm starving and I still can't sleep
Caught up in nostalgia
Grass stains, skinned knees
Can't change but I want to
Cause my hands aren't clean
Caught up in the trauma
I can't unsee
Getting caught up in the worst of it
You haven't left much to keep working with
I take my time
Work with these hands of mine
There's too much hurt in this
Who do you think deserves this shit?
I pray from time to time
But I think this failure is by design
It's hard luck
I'm starving and I still can't sleep
Caught up in nostalgia
Grass stains, skinned knees
Can't change but I want to
Cause my hands aren't clean
Caught up in the trauma
I can't unsee
Fill a red bottle with pills again
Still feel hollow, feel the guilt ascend
I can't survive what you have in mind
Said you'd breathe life into me
Buried your knife deep into mе instead
I won't make it unless
You fall down by thе wayside and give into progress
It's hard luck
I'm starving and I still can't sleep
Caught up in nostalgia
Grass stains, skinned knees
Can't change but I want to
Cause my hands aren't clean
Caught up in the trauma
I can't unsee
It's hard luck
I'm starving and I still can't sleep
Caught up in nostalgia
Grass stains, skinned knees
Can't change but I want to
Cause my hands aren't clean
Caught up in the trauma
I can't unsee
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Writer(s): Austin Swart
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