El Duce

Broken glass and broken plates
Traffic is slow, so now I'm late
Eleven staples in my skin
Lady luck, please cross my path
I want to discuss times we've had
It's true, and I need to talk to you
It's true
This time I'm scared
Please care
It's true that bad luck loves me
I'm scared it's thinking of me
But what can I do?
It's all up to you
It's going to take some time
Please show me that you're kind
Come from where ever it is you reside
And change this fucking luck of mine
I think it's the least that you can do
By now I realize the time we've spent
And what that means to me