Willoughby - Bad Luck.

Nobody wants me back home

Nobody loves me at all

I will be dying alone

That same playground that we smoked our cigarettes on

Was the same one that we spent our lives as kids on

And when I say kids I mean little kids

Because we still are kids we haven’t grown up yet

John and Nick got hooked Nick for a little bit

And to this day John swears that one day he’ll quit

And I believe in him just like I always have

Because when we were 12 we did the things we said.

Nobody wants me back home

Nobody loves me at all

I will be dying alone

There was that one time Steve drove our old van into

The side of our old house there was nothing to do

Except to sit and laugh and think about how mad

Our fucking Mom would be when she made her way back

She was at Donna’s house that’s where she always was

I’m not complaining though it only helped our cause of

Sneaking out and finding out that the mall wasn’t all it seemed to be.

Nobody wants me back home

Nobody loves me at all

I will be dying alone

Nobody wants us back home

Nobody loves us at all

We will be dying alone

Whoa whoa

Is there something wrong with me

Whoa whoa

I still got no place to be at all

Is there something wrong with me

Nobody wants us back home

Nobody loves us at all

We will be dying alone

My heads not straight and my throat it feels slit

I’ll watch it fall right off and stomp the hell out of it

Cause I’ve gotten so tired I’m wired to fail

And my friends are the same my fucking friends are the same

These nights are long but they’re keeping me from

All my awful dreams all my cynical thoughts

I’ll break down in the front of an old parking lot

And get help when I’m gone

I’ll get help when we’re done