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