Red Letter from Superstition by Pyrophoria

Beaten with a club in a fight I didn't look for
Four of a club, not of a kind anymore
Followed by a demon of bad luck that I ignore
Seeing red again, the view from the ninth floor
Red letter day, I read my name like a final score
A conductor without a score, a revolver in the drawer

My first dream this year is that it would stop
There's life I desperately need to swap
I'm type O but not yours for a drop
I get off at the floor with the rooftop

Whistle while you work, well I'm in your home
I'm reclaiming what you wouldn't condone
I cried at the words you set in stone
The black cat ran away and I was left alone
The curse on me has been full-blown
A four-lettered word for each homophone

My first dream this year is that it would stop
There's life I desperately need to swap
I'm type O but not yours for a drop
I get off at the floor with the rooftop

• Experimental
• alternative
• avantgarde
• experimental rock
• female indie
• genreless
• Atlanta