Lucky Strike Lyrics

I cannot be the comfort
you lost when you were nine or so
I can't fill those big old holes
but you knew that about me
I never want to wake up
live in your fake memory
I want to wake up in your bed
fucking scared
Pushing through the bullshit
and working up the nerve to speak
I cannot fix your car
or find you another dead end job
So lets lay on this carpeted floor
and draw with crayons