• Lucky

    I picked the four-leaf clover
    Hoping that it could help me
    That it would change my life
    And make me somewhat lucky

    But nothing changed
    It all stayed the same
    I listened to the lies you told me
    Now the clover’s aflame

    I figured that it could
    Not get any worse
    The fire burns away the pain
    But it always seems to hurt

    Again, once the flames die
    No matter what happens
    Or how many clovers I pick
    The hurt always creeps in

    So I’ve gauged my eyes
    And I’ve slashed my wrists
    So I will not have to
    Go through any of this

    And still I have
    Crushed in my hand
    The four-leaf clover
    Burnt, broken, so you’ll understand