White Lung - Lucky One Lyrics

This hard luck of yours
I hold it in my hand
Before the fever breaks
I'll grind your bones to sand
I expect nothing from you
I expect nothing from you

You are the lucky one
And I'm a dying breed
It all comes undone
When you're in front of me
You found me dumb and antsy
You found me playing fancy

Sit sit, sit little swine
Sit sit, sit you're doing fine

My eyes have no mind
I'm all mute and spent
I ate your infection
But I'll never pay your rent
I expect nothing from you
I want everything I do

You are the lucky one
And I'm a dying breed
It all comes undone
When you're in front of me
You found me dumb and antsy
You found me playing fancy

Sit sit, sit little swine
Sit sit, sit you're doing fine

Sit sit, sit Valentine
Sit sit, sit you're doing fine

You are the lucky one
And I'm a dying breed
And it all comes undone
When you're in front of me
You found me dumb and antsy
You found me while I fake