Lucky One Time

Just an accidental boy, never really there
Blending in to beige and grey walls
Never noticed in a room, records and guitar
Forever lonely and small
Away from a dirty sharp tongue
Ran a number on what would become

A seventh son I was, a ragged sixth sense
A fifth of bad whiskey in a perfect past tense
I gave it all up, I’ll never go forth
Lookin’ stronger than I was to my friends
Born under that sign I could never erase
Left out of that battle that I could taste

A dangerous thing, left to my own mind
Turned away when her mercy came to me
I measured every dollar, counted every dime
‘Til I blew it all again when it was free
Hey uncle I could surely use a hand
On Christmas could you spare a couple grand?