Fireworks - Flies On Tape lyrics

I could lay here all day and still feel the same Rest doesn't help when it's used this way So my friends drink fluids until they're stomachs divide While trying to k** something else on the inside So I sit around and trace all these new lines on my face Yeah, I might be the line, but all these end up in the same place Lucky, lucky, I'd rather be, lucky Than good, yeah good at anything, anything Winter's cutting under everyone's skin again Now I'm seeing zombie versions of my friends So I drink fluids until my limbs thaw out The snow may have melted, but the trash had came out So I sit around and trace, but always ends up in the same place Lucky, lucky, I'd rather be, lucky Than good, yeah good at anything, anything Natural selection tends to me I miss a curve A cold starved hand tangles me Over what I deserve Lucky, lucky, I'd rather be, lucky Than good, yeah good at anything, anythin