The lucky one

What do you do when you only have one shot at this?
When you only have one way to go but the guilt makes it harder to breathe?
And you say, “Let’s burn this house down.”
Is nobody left to save me anymore?

You say you’re one of the lucky ones but luck won’t get you out of this hell.
Later…later does not guarantee better days.
And I won’t remember you at all.
But there’s no one I’d rather be with than you today.

Are we closer to love?
Are we closer to redemption?
You will smile like you mean it.
And I will whisper to you until you decide to wake up.

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