Just My Luck

Before you go and make up your mind now
I just pray that you've thought all this through
If you can say that you'd leave us behind now
I'll let you walk on and I'll move on too
I know that you're scared now, too scared to move
but if you leave me, all hope will too

But you got too fucked up again
and you only think about yourself
You don't give a flying fuck about me
or anybody else

Before I go and put this guitar down
I want you to know how a broken heart sounds
I bet you would smile just before you breakdown
and then you'd call me to ask how I am now
Just so I'd tell you that I'm doin' fine
but I'd leave out that I still think of you each night

But you got too fucked up again
and you only think about yourself
You don't give a flying fuck about me
or anybody else

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• Jeff Peacock
• pensacola punk
• acoustic punk
• stickcitymafia
• stick city mafia
• diaows