Flies on Tape

I could lay here all day and still feel the same
Rest doesn’t help when it’s used this way
So my friends drink fluids until their stomachs divide
While trying to kill something else on the inside
So I sit around and trace all these new lines on my face
Yeah, I might leave a lot, but always end up in the same place
Lucky, lucky, I’d rather be, lucky
Than good, yeah good at anything, anything
Winter has gotten under everyone’s skin again
Now I’m seeing zombie versions of my friends
So I drink fluids until my limbs thaw out
The snow may have melted, but the trash had came out
So I sit around and trace, but always ends up in the same place
Lucky, lucky, I’d rather be, lucky
Than good, yeah good at anything, anything
Natural selection tested me
I missed the curve
A cold stiff hand dangles me
Over what I deserve
Lucky, lucky, I’d rather be, lucky
Than good, yeah good at anything, anything