Lucky

[INTRO: Sims] Paper Tigers, for Doomtree [ONLY VERSE: Sims] You're born with an outline It's your way to ink it in Looks like the crimson king pushed it to the brink again While you're ship sets sail you row with broken oars Two thousand... what ever, no room for closing open doors I hoped you hoped for more But that heart went cold, blame it on the weather Remember when we wanted something better? Ah! Whatever... It's a new year and thank God that you're here I know the wings are getting heavy I wrote this in the womb and I carved it in the moon As real as it could ever get I feel like I could sleep 'til June You're so plug in but... So out of tune Time to change the station, better yet change their shape Stacked like sardines in a stacked city scape But here we are tonight We are the lights, we are the bright escape Plan, Minnesota, cold shoulders where I come from Young solider on It's own bang a big drum I'm nothing like a phenomenon It's the same Two-Step I press on and on Young lucky and I'm still alive I should have died I should have been the one, I hope I see you on the other side Soon as I saw them lights I thought a flight But tonight I'll grab hold and dig the cleats into my life