6 A.M.
And sneakers on
And I'm out the door
Toast in one hand
Steer with the other
Next stop the convenience store

I pick up a few Rockstar and Amp'd
The guy says
'That's thirteen eighty-two'
So I hand over my hard-earned cash
And get on
With what I gotta do

Margot's on the radio
Says she's got tickets
For The Police
So I call while I'm stuck in traffic
But they say that
The winner's not me

Oh, just once, just once

I want to be the lucky one
I wanna have the good life
I don't wanna run away anymore
Just wanna make things right
But life...was never good to me...

4 P.M.
And wrapping class up
No assignments tonight
Goin home and it's such a drag
But I've got band practice
So it's alright

Pain in my head and knees
And my lungs
Are working overtime
I call to say
I won't be round for dinner
And they say that that's just fine

Oh, I drive around and around
Don't have a clue
Where I'm going
I drive straight through downtown
And I end up
At his home

Oh, just once, this once

I want things to work out this time
I just want to be happy
I don't wanna write anymore sad songs
I don't wanna be sappy
But time...was never good to me...

And these things go away
And I am trying harder
To let go of what
I did wrong
I'm tired of the fights
And I can't take their voices
And now we're gone...

Oh, just once, for once

I wanna be the lucky one
I wanna live the good life
I don't wanna run away anymore
I just wanna make things right

Yeah, and I just want things to work out this time
I just wanna be happy
I don't wanna write anymore sad songs
I don't wanna be sappy

And, hey, I wanna be the happy one
I just wanna smile
I don't wanna be stressed out any longer
Wanna relax for awhile

So for once, please be good to me...

06/20/2007

Author's Note: This was a total accident through experimentation, but I like it.

Posted on 06/20/2007
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