Out of Luck

I'm used to losing things I love Hindsights the only thing I trust When I'm right it feels like fucking up Ask me when I'm dead what I've become Its quite the bill to fit and live a bit I'll quit before my ceilings hit We're dealing with the emptiness again Now I'm fucked up Been out of luck How long can I keep it tough Let me know when you've had enough Break my teeth and call my bluff Tired out, hand on the gun Hold me down or let me run I'm still chasing light from the sun One more night and I go numb If its working please don't fix it Cause I get uncomfortable when its different A lot of my fear comes from change And I blame everybody who kept me the same I don't want to be you So start getting used to No sleeping I don't do I just fill up a glass with the feelings I have And drink that, hope I pass out