The Lottery
Ladies and gentlemen
I regret to inform you
That I did not win the lottery last night
I know this may come as a shock
And I'd love a redo
But I've got to move on with my life
I wish there was a way
To change my fate
Or at least let go of my regrets
I'm not greedy
Or particularly needy
There's just nothing but receipts in my wallet
Ladies and gentlemen
I bought too many cigarettes
Why are they never on sale?
That goddamn convenience store
Hasn't seen nothing yet
Just wait for me to exhale
All they ever sell me
Is stuff to kill my body
And my mind has grown fucking sick of it
I don't need any new problems
But that place could really solve some
If they just sold me a winning ticket
Or I could burn the bitch to the ground
If money is time and time's all that we have
Then maybe some cash would make all this less bad
If I had a dime for every time I've cried
Maybe then I could pay my rent on time
If God is a lie or he's already dead
Then why do I still hear his voice in my head?
He tells to me drink and he tells me these lies
Like all that I need is more money in my life
If I actually win, I promise to do good
Unlike the rich who never actually would
I'd make some changes and improve the lives
Of people who have diseases like mine
Or I'd find a cave where I could truly live free
Burn all of my winnings and learn on my own
What it means to be happy
A girl was looking for something to eat
So she sat and asked for help
A man in a suit passed her on the street
Gave her a dollar and told her
"Go buy something nice for yourself"
I regret to inform you
That I did not win the lottery last night
I know this may come as a shock
And I'd love a redo
But I've got to move on with my life
I wish there was a way
To change my fate
Or at least let go of my regrets
I'm not greedy
Or particularly needy
There's just nothing but receipts in my wallet
Ladies and gentlemen
I bought too many cigarettes
Why are they never on sale?
That goddamn convenience store
Hasn't seen nothing yet
Just wait for me to exhale
All they ever sell me
Is stuff to kill my body
And my mind has grown fucking sick of it
I don't need any new problems
But that place could really solve some
If they just sold me a winning ticket
Or I could burn the bitch to the ground
If money is time and time's all that we have
Then maybe some cash would make all this less bad
If I had a dime for every time I've cried
Maybe then I could pay my rent on time
If God is a lie or he's already dead
Then why do I still hear his voice in my head?
He tells to me drink and he tells me these lies
Like all that I need is more money in my life
If I actually win, I promise to do good
Unlike the rich who never actually would
I'd make some changes and improve the lives
Of people who have diseases like mine
Or I'd find a cave where I could truly live free
Burn all of my winnings and learn on my own
What it means to be happy
A girl was looking for something to eat
So she sat and asked for help
A man in a suit passed her on the street
Gave her a dollar and told her
"Go buy something nice for yourself"
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Writer(s): Avery Rogers
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