Broken gla** and broken plates
Traffic is slow, so now I'm late
Eleven staples in my skin
Lady luck, please cross my path
I want to discuss times we've had
It's true, and I need to talk to you
It's true
This time I'm scared
Please care
It's true that bad luck loves me
I'm scared it's thinking of me
But what can I do?
It's all up to you
It's going to take some time
Please show me that you're kind
Come from where ever it is you reside
And change this f**ing luck of mine
I think it's the least that you can do
By now I realize the time we've spent
And what that means to me