Lucky

[INTRO: Sims]
Paper Tigers, for Doomtree

[ONLY VERSE: Sims]
You're born with an outline
It's your way to ink it in
Looks like the crimson king pushed it to the brink again
While you're ship sets sail you row with broken oars
Two thousand... what ever, no room for closing open doors
I hoped you hoped for more
But that heart went cold, blame it on the weather
Remember when we wanted something better? Ah! Whatever...
It's a new year and thank God that you're here
I know the wings are getting heavy
I wrote this in the womb and I carved it in the moon
As real as it could ever get
I feel like I could sleep 'til June
You're so plug in but... So out of tune
Time to change the station, better yet change their shape
Stacked like sardines in a stacked city scape
But here we are tonight
We are the lights, we are the bright escape
Plan, Minnesota, cold shoulders where I come from
Young solider on It's own bang a big drum
I'm nothing like a phenomenon
It's the same Two-Step I press on and on
Young lucky and I'm still alive
I should have died
I should have been the one, I hope I see you on the other side
Soon as I saw them lights
I thought a flight
But tonight I'll grab hold and dig the cleats into my life