Lucky Strike

I'll never be the comfort

You lost when you were nine or so

I can't fill those big old holes

Thought you knew that about me

I never want to wake up

Living in your faint memory

I want to wake up in your bed

Fucking scared

Pushing through the bullshit

And working up the nerve to speak

I'll never fix your car

Or find you another dead end job

So let's lay on this carpeted floor

And draw with crayons