lottery ticket
Back of my closet
While dusting coffee stains
One folded promise
Barcode faded, corner torn
Date from last August
Funny how a tiny slip
Can feel so cosmic
You're my leftover lottery ticket
Never checked the numbers on you
Maybe I'm rich, maybe I missed it
Either way I'm scared of the truth
So I keep you in my pocket
Like a tiny secret wish
My leftover lottery ticket
What if this is all there is?
I've been broken every way
Time's the patience
Standing in line for bigger things
Lose my place again
Every day's another draw
Same old story
Tell myself tomorrow night
Will be the glory
You're my leftover lottery ticket
Never checked the numbers on you
Maybe I'm rich, maybe I blew it
Either way I cling like it's proof
So I keep you in my pocket
Like a tiny secret wish
My leftover lottery ticket
What if this is all there is?
Do I want the winning?
Or do I want the maybe, maybe?
Living on the someday
Kind of keeps me safe, see?
You're my leftover lottery ticket
Never checked the numbers on you
Maybe I won, maybe I didn't
Either way I'm here in this room
So I fold you in my wallet (yeah, yeah)
Kiss the corners, make a wish
My leftover lottery ticket
Maybe this is all I need
Свидетельство о публикации №126051400514