Everything moves at its own pace.
I'm getting used to falling on my face.
My whole existence is a race,
And I'm getting used to second place.
Now it's time for the story to unfold.
I re-live everything I've been told.
The only thing I have is what's inside.
I keep it in my pocket so I can Hide.
Everyone wants to make a buck,
But I need luck.

Refrão:
So when I see a wishing well
Drop a penny what the hell.
Maybe this time I won't have to
Sell my soul for your sympathy.
Every time we go through this,
I look at you and you're who I miss.
Better write a script for a new scene.

Every time I try to feel my way,
I bleed mistakes so you say.
It seems that sleep is just a thought
Because in my dreams I'm waking up.
Now it's time for the story to unfold.
I re-live everything I've been told.
The only thing I have is what's inside.
I keep it in my pocket so I can hide.
Everyone wants to make a buck,
But I need luck.

Refrão:
So when I see a wishing well
Drop a penny what the hell.
Maybe this time I won't have to
Sell my soul for your sympathy.
Every time we go through this,
I look at you and you're who I miss.
Better write a script for a new scene

I need luck…