Luck Comes Last

It ain't wrong
But it ain't right
Tryin' so hard
Not to try

Pace the halls
Pay the rent
Raise a glass
Lose your sense

Thought that I
Could be content
Now I know

Guess that we
Were like this song
We got all
The verses wrong

Now there's nothing
Left to chance
No ifs or buts
Or ampersands

Thought that I
Could be content
Now I know

Maybe it's time
To stem the bleed
To close our eyes
And call it sleep

Maybe it's time
To leave the path
To push our luck
But luck comes last

Thought that I
Thought that I
Thought that I

Maybe it's time
To stem the bleed
To close our eyes
And call it sleep

Maybe it's time
To leave the path
To push our luck
But luck comes last

Thought that I
Could be content
Now I know



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Scott Gleason
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