Rotting Out - Good Luck/Bad Days lyrics

Chasing days is a waste of f**ing time Torturing yourself thinking what could have been done You're spinning a web and catching new prey Ringing in my ears are the words you said “Don't come back and tell me that I'm right” I knew this from the start The time I have spent building up mistakes Makes it easy to show my f** ups I have good luck - on my bad side Which one would you like to see? I have no god to tell me that I'm wrong This threat is directed towards me Good luck/Bad days It seems like every time we f**ing throw it away It's getting harder and harder to take bad days It seems like every time we f**ing throw it away