Press My Luck

When you moved, you made me Clean up after your act And under all that clutter Was straight-up broken glass Don't worry I won't press my luck I know things get clearer When they're fucked Another wildfire season Ripping through the place I'm almost getting used to The futuristic hellscape Don't worry I won't press my luck Things start getting clearer When they're fucked, whoa Robot arms can't hold me The healing was a scam And someone checks my vitals But think I'm dying, man Don't worry I won't press my luck I know things get clearer When they're fucked, whoa When you moved, you left me Burned another bridge Carloads off to donate Fucking garbage in the fridge Don't worry I won't press my luck, no Things start getting clearer When they're fucked, whoa