BAD BAD LUCK - revisionist history

Not a single soul comes through the front door
They already saw me drinking on the back porch
"I like the view but not the visibility
I'd like to see everybody,
But I don't want anyone seeing me"
This whole thing might look better on somebody else
Someone with far less garbage left to say for themselves
Because I know when I'm wrong and I know that I'm rotten
But I know when I'm right and I haven't forgotten
I never do
"You look like you've been lying in bed
But you don't look like you've been getting to sleep"
Well, half the time I feel half dead
While half my body's humming with electricity
And baby, it hurts to hear it's all in your head
When your head's the only place you can't leave
This whole thing could've been avoided with a hard conversation
It still never would've been easy
But damn it, I gave you the invitation
And I know when I'm wrong, but I was right this time
It doesn't mean that I sleep any better at night
Well, baby, how about you?
Rolling up my sleeves, I've got digging to do
Excavating the version of me before you
Dusting gently the dirt from my palms and my knees
I look up, smell decay on the tail of the breeze
And I take it all in, the old version that shows
Just because something's planted doesn't mean it grows
Just because it's buried doesn't mean that it's gold
Just because it's planted doesn't mean it grows

Written by:
Christina Allbright

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