Walking Papers 2

My Luck Pushed Back

There is no fuel like conversation

But now there’s nothing to discuss

We were two scared skinny white kids

With heavy eyelids

Knowing no-one really cared about us

And I said too much

And I can’t take it back

And I pushed my luck

Until my luck pushed back

And I think I’m still absorbing the impact

Of saying something

The truth is somewhere in the middle

That’s why I prefer the edge

Is she a hundred carrot headline

Or just the black cloud that’s forming right above my bed

And I said too much

And I can’t take it back

And I pushed my luck

Until my luck pushed back

And I think I’m still absorbing the impact

And everyone’s avoiding eye contact

I pushed my luck until my luck pushed back