Coward’s Luck

The countertop is cold
Like the tree from which it rose
Elbows lean against the wood
As kisses and tabs close

Darling oh, i guarantee
That my love is valid
And the weight that you've been carrying
Is nothing short of tragic

I can fill up all my days
With the laziest distractions
The prettiest girls without no names
The vice no different than the shame

And oh i grow cold
As i spread apart my toes
And try to grip the ground
As my shoulders implode

Wake up with my glasses on
And hell to pay again
The walls and windows call me out
And say the floors a friend

My stomach says to eat
But my hearts too weak to cook
This coward's luck i lean on
Has got me feeling like a crook

I'll sit upon my hands
As i look for love
Assume that one day all of this
Will undoubtedly dissolve

And oh i grow cold
As i spread apart my toes
And try to grip the ground
As my shoulders implode