Luck from Missed Connections by The Real Zebos

someone stole the air right out of me
bottled it and sold it on the street
profited and drove away
I can’t believe my luck, dear

I’ve been writing songs since age 16
never played a gig or sold CDs
wrote this on my iPhone screen
I can’t believe my luck, dear

flick a switch and count to ten
I’m on again and off again
bet the devil, dealt my hand
I’m on again and off again
there’s nothing left to lose and there’s nothing left to fear
I can’t believe my luck, dear

honestly you’re not quite what you seem
promise me you’ll take one for the team
shut your mouth and grind your teeth
I can’t believe my luck, dear

you’ve been looking so dreary
here’s some laughing gas for free
here’s a shot of pure caffeine
I can’t believe my luck, dear

[chorus]

do you remember me?
I’ll call your bluff
oh, what you runnin from?
that’s just my luck

ripping out the chapters
preparing for disaster
thinking I’m an afterthought
get lost, sit silent in the dark, that’s when I

[chorus]

• Alternative
• college rock
• guitar
• indie pop
• indie rock
• pop
• punk
• synth
• Omaha