Black Cat

Can we take it lower?
Don't stop again
Fighting in bus stops
Crying in subways
Losing our baggage
In public transit
What we're thinking over
Getting drunk again
I need a bed and you've been a black cat
I see a black cat in the moon when we're walking down the path
To run from
You've got bad luck, but it's my luck
To run from, in terror
You've got bad luck, but it's my luck
Ooh, woah
Yeah
Nobody's been around bars
And driving, taking in the backseat of immigrant cars
And gold mine inventions can face-swap you a smile
And I'll forgive you for a while
Cause it's your homefield advantage
Swedish and Spanish
All your milder flavors and manners
And all our happy endings
Until you're losing your place in a month
And that job that I spent half a year on ain't paying
And in the moon I think I see a black cat that's walking down the path
To run from
You've got bad luck, but it's my luck
To run from, in terror
You've got bad luck, but it's my luck
To run from, in terror
You've got bad luck, but it's my luck
To run from, in terror
You've got bad luck, but it's my luck
To
You've got bad luck, but it's my luck
To