Lucky Boy - Matt Nathanson

And look at what good it’s done me

I’ve played support system, you played victim

And look at what good it’s done

And you trip me up

Leave me strangled with your awkward, untouchable lips

It’s a cruel world, I’ve found

It’s a cruel world, but I’m a lucky boy

You’re so glorious, a waste of time

You’re the safety in lying

You are radiator heat, you’re the winter blankets sleep

You’re the excuse that I use when I want to stop trying

And start waiting for the sky to fall

They tell me it’s a cruel world that I’ve found

It’s a cruel world and I’m a lucky boy

You’re not gold to me

I was wrong

You’re not gold and there’ll be

Centuries left when you’re gone