Sad, Fat Luck ft. Factor Chandelier Lyrics

There are some moments I wanna forget like the night I broke your heart in Vegas, I regret

Everything's costing an arm and a leg but your loss has been the biggest expense yet

I've seen so many souls come and go from this world that my heart has grown bitter and cold

Running away from the inevitable is stupid I know this

Reality is a kick in the face and I'm hoping to focus

Running away from the inevitable is stupid I know this

But I've been beating up all of my demons with both fists

Another back is stabbed, back to back deaths and casual sex

Acting happy while actually depressed, paint that clown face on

For the audience they'll sing along to songs about your illness

Realize I never gave a fuck about success But this is the only job that I can still get before I'm past tense

That's word to my dead friends, each night feels like it might be my last show

My friends party on blow while I'm crying, old and sober

Trapped inside their iPhone photo folders With those ghosts of Christmas past and laughs from back before good times were over

Turn on the autopilot and my answer is no no

Dangle a carrot in front of me, fuck that, yes, yes, Yoko Ono

Get that

Thought about sleeping on bridges in Europe, I'm tired of living the life of an ex-pat loner

My body is here but I'm dying to go home

Wishing that I could feel love again but I've been out of control and solo

Everything's costing an arm and a leg and a heart and head and

I'm ready for anything waiting for this to end

Everything's costing an arm and a leg and a heart and head

The glory on stage don't last enough, night after night still trying to catch that rush

They're watching me hang myself for rounds of applause

Back in your town again like a half-assed Santa Claus

With bags of merch at a truck stop whistling Christmas tunes at the gas pump

Feel like Pat and wanna quit rap and punk

Half my friends are dead from tragic accidents, bad habits and madness

And the other half's locked up

If I'm ever done from an airplane crash or drugs

Just call it what it was motherfucker, that's sad fat luck

Yeah, that's sad fat luck

If you gotta ask what's love, that's sad fat luck

If you're in a casket young, that's sad fat luck

And if you can't stand this song, here's half a fuck

Been inhibited by the fact that I'm miserable and I don't got any particular vision

Of living to build in the middle of critical minutes, wishing to feel the finish

Of quitting my physical when the moments were difficult

It's ridiculous being so fucking overly cynical, insignificant, trivial

When I'm really seeking pivotal change, sickening

To be acting like a typical man, don't remember the women that I've been sticking my dick into

Fully faking the funk and I feel the fuckin' is pitiful, what's the apple I bit into

Is the worm or the apple more sinful

Man I been faking the funk and I feel the fuckin' is pitiful

Run, Lola, run, fast as you can, please start again, I got the bends

Somebody fix my radio head, without guns, without meds

Run, Lola, run, fast as you can, please start again, I got the bends

Somebody fix my radio head, without guns, without meds

Been inhibited by the fact that I'm miserable and I don't got any particular vision

Of living to build in the middle of critical minutes, wishing to feel the finish

Of quitting my physical when the moments are difficult

In reality, I love you too much to want to be dragging you through mud

In a never-ending story horse's death I'm forced to rest

Like oldest tortoises, or crying Orbison, divorce your gorgeousness

The most important things have been written then torn to shreds

Still mourn and wish that I was born equipped

It hurts us both, I think, like growth of bones, it stings

Everything's costing an arm and a leg and a heart and head