Filthy Luck

I’m a slave to always fucking up

It’s not okay, but maybe it’s enough

Kids like us are weird, and more, we’re brave

We tie our tongues and turn them into rage

And the night’s still young

And we’re dumb enough to fall

Carve your name soft across my lungs

I want to breathe you until I’m numb

We’re not loved, well, hardly, anyway

With filthy luck in such a filthy haze

But the night’s still young

And we’re dumb enough to fall

Turn the amps up to nine

I don’t want it too loud

I gave you taste and a spine

Now I hope you drown

Is there a lie in the lights or the shine of this town?

This guitar wants to die