My lucks been shit
When it comes to life you know I'm never on top of it
I guess karma's just a beautiful bitch
Cause when I tried to steal a kiss
She kicked me right in the dick
Now I'm lower than low
The slow kid on the bottom of the totem pole
Tried escaping by sailing these flows
But when the wind started to blow
I found all of the bullet holes in my boat
From when I missed shooting myself
In both left feet
Now I'm missing the mark
Eight days a week
Good God, good grief
Have mercy on me
Won't you make this blind man see
Make this blind man see
I guess I'm in love with being lonely
Cause she's the only lady
Who's ever wanted to bone me
How she got so mean
Nobody's ever told me
But she loves to blow me while
Calamity gets to know me
And somewhere in the middle
Of this living riddle I'm getting a little sick of giving shits
Considered calling it quits
Lower the standard a bit
And never be unhappy again
But then where would I be in the end
At what angle should I tilt my chin
To catch the best glimpse of the silver lining
The tempest of tomorrow
Without being blinded by raindrops lined with sorrow
Does anybody have a motto I can borrow
Somebody to follow
Or happiness I can swallow
I found some advice in a bottle
But it only led me further from the shallows
And closer to the gallows
Now I'm kicking beats on the open ocean
Nowhere to go in this life boat
And no one's here but me
Good God, good grief
Have mercy on me
Won't you make this blind man see
Make this blind man see
Now I guess it's time to kick a positive verse
And say some shit like
I'm sure it could be so much worse
After all you're not dead or dying of thirst
Got a thick head but both of your legs work
And yeah, living's a bitch and loneliness hurts
But you should have run when those sirens started to flirt
You sparked up a match and got yourself burnt
Hard to imagine how that happened to work
So stop acting like the end of the world
Began with your birth
Just because instead of sucking on a silver spoon
You grew up tongue fucking the curb
You crash landed without a map and got served
But when you're ship started to swerve
You learned to take the earth at its curve
Cause that's where the angels flock by the herd
But still you keep them eyes in the dirt
Like you're cursed for the worst
Lost in a depressing mirage
With no North Star and no good God
To carry you out
Damn
Good God, good grief
Have mercy on me
Won't you make this blind man see
Make this blind man see
Yeah, break these shackles free
Please make these torn lungs sing
Breathe a breeze into my lees and
Give me reason to drink to em
If you please ask I'll sink to em
Promise you that and keep to it
Go to sleep to it
Set my heart beat to it
March feet to it
See to it that I never cease to it
But for now I'll just keep doing
The closest thing that I can see to it
And keep singing
Yeah, keep singing
Good God, good grief
Have mercy on me
Won't you make this blind man see
Good God, good grief
Have mercy on me
Won't you make this blind man see
Make this blind man see
Yeah, make this blind man see
Make this blind man see