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Hang a left here, streetlight be my guide
I can’t hear the voice telling me what’s right
This is some trip, some ride
I’ve been riding it alone into red skies
Knock on wood, outlook ain’t good
No one survives, that’s understood
You’re doing the best you can
Even if your best isn’t more than
You thought it would be

Laughing I told you not to jinx it
I don’t look good in bad luck
Bad luck ain’t my colour
One too many years takes a toll on your chances
I don’t look good in bad luck
Bad luck ain’t my colour
One too many years I don’t like the look of my chances

If Tyler’s the cowboy on his own trip
Then I am the cowboy stepping in shit
Then I am the cowboy whose horse is at the vet
Whose guns never shoot cause they’re always wet
I’m always looking at a calendar, Karma for my offering
Markin’ days off with a pencil, call it bargaining
Offer up my soul to the future for the altering
Lady luck, show me which seeds need the watering

Don’t ask me what I think of you, I don’t
Don’t ask me if I’ll talk to you, I won’t
I got a plan in mind, and you ain’t in mine
Even if that means I take this trip alone

Hang a left here, streetlight be my guide
I can’t hear the voice telling me what’s right
This is some trip, some ride
I’ve been riding it alone into red skies
Laughing I told you not to jinx it
I don’t look good in bad luck
Bad luck ain’t my colour
One too many years takes a toll on your chances
I don’t look good in bad luck
Bad luck ain’t my colour
One too many years I don’t like the look of your chances
I don’t look good in bad luck
Bad luck ain’t my colour

They’re gonna throw me to the wolves in April
They threw me to the wolves in April
Walked around with a pit in my stomach since April
Didn’t acknowledge it ‘till May
I know there are rivers you can’t cross
I Know all the proverbs but I’m stuck
On what ifs and had beens, healthy levels of detachment don’t help shit, I mean it
Days up on my calendar
Counting ‘till there are no more
Notches ‘till the leather’s gone
Days left for young animal

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from Young Animal, released August 23, 2019

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