Lucky
Propping up the bar on my own
Waiting for mates that never show
I wanted to talk to someone
But I froze
But I froze
And you should count me lucky
Cos I'm out of the house
But I'm stood here doing nothing
Maybe I shouldn't go out
Am I missing something
I feel so dumbstruck waiting for nothing
The words that live on the tip of my tongue
Like five o clock traffic under city sun
But I guess I'm lucky
I guess I'm lucky
I could have just sat at home
Have another cigarette
Sink another beer
It's getting late
My friends should be here
Feeling more pathetic
By the minute
What the fuck am I doing here
I used to be the life of the party
Now I can hardly
Stand to be here
And you should count me lucky
Cos I'm out of the house
But I'm stood here doing nothing
Maybe I shouldn't go out
Am I missing something
I feel so dumbstruck waiting for nothing
The words that live on the tip of my tongue
Like five o clock traffic under city sun
But I guess I'm lucky
I guess I'm lucky
I could have just sat at home
Am I missing something
I feel so dumbstruck waiting for nothing
The words that live on the tip of my tongue
Like five o clock traffic under city sun
But I guess I'm lucky
I guess I'm lucky
I could have just sat at home
Waiting for mates that never show
I wanted to talk to someone
But I froze
But I froze
And you should count me lucky
Cos I'm out of the house
But I'm stood here doing nothing
Maybe I shouldn't go out
Am I missing something
I feel so dumbstruck waiting for nothing
The words that live on the tip of my tongue
Like five o clock traffic under city sun
But I guess I'm lucky
I guess I'm lucky
I could have just sat at home
Have another cigarette
Sink another beer
It's getting late
My friends should be here
Feeling more pathetic
By the minute
What the fuck am I doing here
I used to be the life of the party
Now I can hardly
Stand to be here
And you should count me lucky
Cos I'm out of the house
But I'm stood here doing nothing
Maybe I shouldn't go out
Am I missing something
I feel so dumbstruck waiting for nothing
The words that live on the tip of my tongue
Like five o clock traffic under city sun
But I guess I'm lucky
I guess I'm lucky
I could have just sat at home
Am I missing something
I feel so dumbstruck waiting for nothing
The words that live on the tip of my tongue
Like five o clock traffic under city sun
But I guess I'm lucky
I guess I'm lucky
I could have just sat at home
Credits
Writer(s): Max Campbell
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