Good Luck/Bad Days - Rotting Out

Chasing days is a waste of fucking time

Torturing yourself thinking what could have been done

You’re spinning a web and catching new prey

Ringing in my ears are the words you said

«Don't come back and tell me that I’m right»

I knew this from the start

The time I have spent building up mistakes

Makes it easy to show my fuck ups

I have good luck — on my bad side

Which one would you like to see?

I have no god to tell me that I’m wrong

This threat is directed towards me

Good luck/Bad days

It seems like every time we fucking throw it away

It’s getting harder and harder to take bad days

It seems like every time we fucking throw it away