Olivia Lost by Joan of Arc Lyrics

Some people are just lucky I guess and they're born looking tired
Some people

But weren't we always in a hurry and an hour late for everything

And now is bitter somehow better than being not even a little lost or looking?

Aren't there so many little moves to make the open show it's middle?
But I know if any one is memorized it'll never work again
And we gotta work to sleep

Half asleep everyone looks funny half asleep
Everyone looks funny half asleep everyone looks funny

This rain and you Olivia stomp and pout and fall and fall
Each drop a blessing in this heat that needs a breaking

Well is bitter somehow better than being not even a little lost or looking