Snatching defeat from heaven
Doesn't feel that good anymore
I'm rolling perfect sevens
But I still end on the floor

Oooo oooo
I don't understand
Why I throw away my winning hand
Oooo oooo
I don't understand
Why I run away whenever I can

Unhold her, my clover, fold over, rollover
My quicksand in my hands
My quicksand I don't understand

Sneaking peeks of weeping
On an otherwise sunny day
I found the keys worth keeping
And I let them get away

Found my paradise bed
And I forward to the end
Bought the noise in my head
Now I've got one less wish to spend

Everyone looks happy
But somehow I've gotten bored
See you in the evening
By the morning out the door