Lucy

Oh Lucy, oh Lucy, oh
Oh Lucy, oh Lucy, oh yeah
Oh Lucy, oh Lucy, oh
(Yeah) oh Lucy (yeah), oh Lucy (yeah), oh yeah

Blacked out, so I don't remember
It's a war, and I won't surrender
Gettin' back on my schedule
Got your whole future ahead of you
But your past is making the present wrong
And it sucks 'cause you never intended to
And I talk about it, it's what we tend to do
'Boutta pass out, ate an edible
Do it from ten to two, straight to the club
So you with your man, you say your in love with him

But I doubt it
I doubt it
I doubt it
And you mad
And you poutin'
You get loud
You get shoutin'
Raise your voice to make points
I don't face facts, I face joints
I'm hurt

She said, "Hurt people, hurt people", yeah
She said, "Hurt people, hurt people", yeah
She said, "Hurt people, hurt people", yeah
She said, "Hurt people, hurt people", yeah

(The whole concept of success to me is a little bit warped)

Oh Lucy, oh Lucy, o-o-oh yeah
Oh Lucy, oh Lucy, oh
Oh Lucy, oh Lucy, oh

But you're only 20, Lucy, you don't know what love will do to you
Have you actin' funny, doing shit that's so unusual
She said, "You keep this up, I swear you're gonna lose me"
Met her on a Tuesday, I remember loosely
So I probably just drink about it, you just wanna use me
Put it in a song, I still love her, she's my Lucy
Damaged from the last, so I'm focused on the first
Prolly settle with the next, 'cause it just couldn't be worse
I'm hurt

She said, "Hurt people, hurt people", yeah
She said, "Hurt people, hurt people", yeah
She said, "Hurt people, hurt people", yeah
She said, "Hurt people, hurt people", yeah

She said, "Hurt people, hurt people", yeah
She said, "Hurt people, hurt people", yeah
She said, "Hurt people, hurt people", yeah
She said, "Hurt people, hurt people", yeah

Put the weed in the trunk
If the cops wanna stop us, no reason to front
Pick up the phone, girl, it's been like a month
Got me drinkin' and drivin' and smokin' a blunt
Damaged goods
So young, it's your damaged goods
Not doin' shit that you prolly should
Got this thing that's understood

My shrink says I got ADD
Maybe that explains it all
Still can't even sit straight
Took all of these adderalls
Man, this feeling, fuck, I hate it
Got you too worked up to call
I just turned 21 last month
Haven't grown up at all

She said, "Hurt people, hurt people", yeah
She said, "Hurt people, hurt people", yeah
She said, "Hurt people, hurt people", yeah
She said, "Hurt people, hurt people", yeah

Hurt people, hurt people, yeah
Hurt people, hurt people, yeah
Hurt people, hurt people, yeah
Hurt people, hurt people, yeah
Hurt people, hurt people, yeah
She said, "Hurt people, hurt people", yeah



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Writer(s): Bryan James Sammis, Myles Mills, Michael Keenan Leary
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