I know, know that I've been lucky in my time
But I wonder where you're going
I feel the pull, I just don't feel okay inside
And I don't know which way I'm going
Feeling tired of being unlucky
Feeling tired of Christ
But I know he's not my type,
he can't help me Keep my head on tonight
I know, know that I've been wasting all my time
Thinking about the things I fear
But if I sucked it up and put it to one side
I think I might just disappear
Feeling tired of being unlucky
Feeling tired of Christ But I know he's not my type,
he can't help me
Keep my head on tonight
Cut me off when I'm about to make a good impression It's
the least that you could do is to afford me that concession
I've been working on my demons and my personality
I'm just an inch away from being what you need
I know,
know that I've been drinking that keg dry
And I could smoke my way to heaven
I just don't know another way to deal with my
custom brand aggression
Feeling tired of being unlucky Feeling tired of Christ
But I know he's not my type,
he can't help me Keep my head on tonight
Feeling tired of being a *-up Feeling tired of wasting all my time
On the small things while they pass me by
Cut me off when I'm about to make a good impression It's
the least that you could do is to afford me that concession
I've been working on my demons and my personality
I'm just an inch away from being what you need
I've been working on my demons and my personality
I'm just an inch away from being what you need