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Sometimes I don’t recognize my own life
Today a water bottle capped me in the eye
When I got home I could only half see
Possessions all dusty, with antiquity
The guy threw the bottle but he didn’t care
Comes from Winter Haven, but I can’t go back there
The last time he did, they just threw him in jail
If I close my bad eye, I can see it in scale
And all that remains is that I can’t give up
My luck might be bad, but at least there is luck
Sooner or latеr, all that’s lost will be found
I’ll be sitting herе writing it down
A girl tried to save me from what I’ll become
She learned so many things from her dad and her mom
They got divorced, so now she just thinks
That when it gets hard, you just pack up and leave
She loved Nate Champa and saving the earth
But she changed until it was like a rebirth
No one believed she punched me in the yard
We burned all our bridges to each other’s hearts
And all that remains is I can’t give up
My luck might be bad, but at least there is luck
Sooner or later, all that’s lost will be found
I’ll be sitting here writing it down
The first love died in the past few weeks
She said, If I went first that she’d follow me
I don’t remember if I promised that back
People don’t really mean suicide pacts
So I went to the viewing and the funeral, too
They didn’t find her for days, so she didn’t look good
Her family and friends were just losin’ their minds
Cryin’ over the shell my first love left behind
And all that remains is I can’t give up
My luck might be bad, but at least there is luck
Sooner or later, all that’s lost will be found
I’ll be sitting here writing it down