Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Liam O'Connor
Songwriter
Lyrics
There's a lottery
Playing inside of me
I haven't won it yet
In fact I've never bet
Cause I'm a chicken shit
When it comes to blood and spit
I don't think of my health
When I think of myself
I'm not much for letting go
I'm not much for growing older
Or living in the snow
I'm not much for making it easy on myself
In a life of second chances I hope I've got a few left
If you see some trepidation
When you look into my eye
Rest assured it's self preservation
More than it is pride
Cause you see, men of my stature
Are never supposed to cry
That's why we're all going blind
From the torrents behind our eyes
I'm not much for letting go
I'm not much for growing older
Or living in the snow
I'm not much for making it easy on myself
In a life of second chances I hope I've got a few left
I'm not much for letting go
I'm not much for growing older
Or living in the snow
I'm not much for making it easy on myself
In a life of second chances I hope I've got a few left
I'm not much for letting go
I'm not much for growing older
Or living in the snow
I'm not much for making it easy on myself
In a life of second chances I hope I've got a few left
Writer(s): Liam O'connor
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