Good Luck کے بول

Good luck with that Every surface Will want a scratch When the water turns Coldest and black Don’t drop the paddle Or fall off the raft ‘Cause you’re that someone Let me pass Bright yellow viper You piece of trash Just a coil of Rope in the grass I threw a stone, struck you Square on the back Looked around and laughed Severed slow Why the jacket? It isn’t cold Clearly you are who I imitate Simple gestures To all other shapes That I enjoy I understand Watching shadows No other plans Just give me light And somewhere two can stand Boy, you have got some nerve To make more demands I’ll do what I can