Lucky Sentimental

You know I’m not the type to let shit like this go
But, I still want to watch Twin Peaks, and nap all day
And kiss the curve in your clavicle
I guess I’m a fool
For wasting my breath on you
I guess I’m a fool
For missing good mornings and goodnight calls
Well, the lucky sentimental still hangs on my wall
I hang my head
I’ve always been against the grit
So I’m rough around the edge
But don’t let me go
I’m not the type who can just figure this out on my own
Don’t let me go
I don’t want to be alone, anymore
Miserable here alone
Well, you said that I was wasting space
Well don’t let me go
I’m not the type who can figure this out on my own
Don’t let me go
Cause I’m not the type who can just figure this out on my own
Don’t let me go
I’m not the type who can just figure this out on my own
Don’t let me go
I don’t want to be alone, anymore
Miserable here alone
I’m not a waste of space
But I’m easy to erase