Lucky One

Screaming on the day I die

“Fuck I’ve had a real nice life”

I feel like a lucky one

But heaviness can weigh too much

And I feel heavy way too much

I wonder what my past-self has done

Take away my often

Rationalized logic

And I’m only a prophet

When it comes to bullshit

So I ask myself

Maybe I should give up

Maybe I should go for it

Until my body makes me stop

I can’t predict the future though

Maybe I’ll get married

Or maybe I’ll just let her go

If I don’t even know what I want

Can someone tell me who does

It’s obvious I got no clue

What anyone is supposed to do

See I’m just making guesses too

And fucking up the whole way through

I’m praying at worst

When leaving this earth

I’ve learned how to smile

When everything hurts

And given my life

Or given my shirt

At least

But take away my schemes and

All my silly reasons

And I’m only a genius

If you believe bullshit

So I ask myself

Maybe I should give up

Maybe I should go for it

Until my body makes me stop

I can’t predict the future though

Maybe I’ll get married

Or maybe I’ll just let her go

If I don’t even know what I want

Can someone tell me who does

Take away my blessings

And all my lucky guesses

And I’m only impressive if you

Believe bullshit

So I ask myself

Maybe I should give up

Maybe I should go for it

Until my body makes me stop

I can’t predict the future though

Maybe I’ll get married

Or maybe I’ll just let her go

If I don’t even know what I want

Can someone tell me who does