I could lay here all day And still feel the same Rest doesn't help When it's used this way So my friends drink fluids until their stomachs divide While trying to kill something else on the inside So I sit around and trace all these new lines on my face Yeah, I might be the line but always end up in the same place Lucky, lucky, I'd rather be lucky Than good, yeah good at anything Ooooh Rain has gotten under everyone's skin again Now I'm seeing zombie versions of my friends So I drink fluids until my limbs fall out The snow may have melted, but the trash it came out So I sit around and trace but always end up in the same place Lucky, lucky, I'd rather be lucky Than good, yeah good at anything Natural selection tested me I miss a curve A cold, stale hand tangles me Over what I deserve Ooooh Lucky, lucky, I'd rather be lucky Than good, yeah good at anything Lucky, lucky, I'd rather be lucky Than good, yeah good at anything Ooooh Ooooh