Big Stacks

Here it goes again
If your the paper then I'm the pen
I'm a tenant paying rent
There's an estate in my head
And you've come to collect

I think I'm sobering up
(I think I'm sobering up)
But it's never enough, oh no
Like when I got the flush
And you somehow always call my bluff

I guess it's just our luck
Mixed with a little too much
Cause you think that the world is buying
And that you, you might be plug

You might be the plug
(You'll never be the plug)

And you gotta keep livin
Don't give'm anymore than you've already given
But there's a 100 different reasons you can't come to a decision

I think I'm calling it on us
Falling in and out of touch, oh no
Out to brunch and were both just trying to put a little bit more in our cups

I guess it's just our luck
Mixed with a little too much
Cause you think that the world is buying
And that you, you might be plug

I guess it's just our luck
Mixed with a little too much
Cause you think that the world is buying
And that you, you might be plug

And there's no such thing as luck
But enough is enough
By now you should have realized that I don't
I don't give a...