Lucky / All That’s Left of Us

Another wasted night
We won't get to bed before the sun comes up
You're asking loaded questions
I keep giving empty answers

You were born red just to doubt every word I say
I took to under ladder walking just to see a change
Now do you see the way my broken mirror
Pulls itself together for you

So I'll call the black cats
And ask them to stay in bed
They said isn't it sad
On a thirteen and a Friday
And she'll never know
What could be the luckiest day of her life
And they know she won't come down

For every time I try to tell you how to live your life
My trail of broken treaties taught me how to live mine
And how could I have ever convinced you (and myself)
That I'm the spider that could never hurt you

So I'll call the black cats
And ask them to stay in bed
They said isn't it sad
On a thirteen it's a Friday
And she'll never see what could be
What could be the luckiest day of her life
And they know she won't come down
Again

I told her it's a silly religion
I told her it's a silly religion
A silly religion
I told her it's a silly religion
She never listens

She won't answer me
She won't answer me

Don't let them tell that you're wrong
When you cross the tracks and raise your feet
You'll think of me

A silly religion

I told her it's a silly religion
I told her it's a silly religion
She never listens