My Luck Pushed Back - Walking Papers

There is no fuel like conversation

But now there’s nothing to discuss

We were two scared skinny white kids

Knowing no one really cared about us

And I said too much

And I can’t take it back

And I pushed my luck

Until my luck pushed back

And I think I’m still absorbing the impact

Of saying something

The truth is somewhere in the middle

That’s why I prefer the edge

Is she a hundred carat headline

Or just the black cloud that’s forming

Right above my bed?

And I said too much

And I can’t take it back

And I pushed my luck

Until my luck pushed back

And I think I’m still absorbing the impact

And veryone’s avoiding ey contact