White Lung - Lucky One lyrics

His hard luck of yours I hold it in my hand Before my fever breaks I'll grind your bones to sand I expect nothing from you I expect nothing from you You are the lucky one I'm a dying breed It all comes undone when you're in front of me You found me Dumb and antsy You found me Playing fancy Sit, sit, sit, little swine Sit, sit, sit, you're doing fine My eyes have no mind I'm all mute and spent I ate your infection But I'll never pay your rent I expect nothing from you I want everything, I do You are the lucky one I'm a dying breed It all comes undone when you're in front of me You found me Dumb and antsy You found me Playing fancy Sit, sit, sit, little swine Sit, sit, sit, You're doing fine Sit, sit, sit, Valentine Sit, sit, sit, you're doing fine You are the lucky one I'm a dying breed It all comes undone when you're in front of me You found me Dumb and antsy You found me While I fake