Tuff Luck (acoustic version)

Why do you like that
I'm tripping over myself
Sipping slow into hell
At least it's only my health
I'm on the right track
Of ending up in the ground
Depending love on the sound
dreaming of blowing this town
But it's 3am on a Friday night
And I'm seeing things
And the moneys tight
I wonder what my younger self
Would think of where i am
But that's way too much
And i'm too fucked up
I can barely even stand

I think the party's almost over
But man i can't find my friends
drink Bacardi 'til i'm sober
I been out my mind again
I've been dizzy
I've been dreaming of
A life I'll never have
Would she miss me
What's the meaning
Fuck it, I'm my better half
But it's tough luck
Tough luck for the minute
I been fucked up
Fucked up for a minute
But it's tough luck
No love for a sinner
Man it's tough luck

Am i everything u hate
Getting fucked up everyday
Losing feeling in my face
Used to call you when it's late
Now you got me blocked
You said this ain't punk rock
But you still rock fake Docs
You got like one tattoo
And it's that goddamn box
But it's 3am on a Friday night
And I'm out of money
But I feel alright
I wonder what my younger self
Would think of where i am
But that's way too much
And i'm too fucked up
I can barely even stand

I think the party's almost over
But man i can't find my friends
Drink Bacardi 'til i'm sober
I been out my mind again
I've been dizzy
I've been dreaming of
A life I'll never have
Would she miss me
What's the meaning
Fuck it, I'm my better half
But it's tough luck
Tough luck for the minute
I been fucked up
Fucked up for a minute
But it's tough luck
No love for a sinner
Man it's tough luck



Credits
Writer(s): William Robbins
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