Bad Luck - DIJON

I’m bundled up, it’s cold in the car

I burrow like an animal in the bend of your arm

You quiet up;

it’s black where we are

I stumble like an idiot, away from the bar

Teary-eyed, teary-eyed I forget where I parked

I can’t stand up

You remind, you remind, you remind me of her

Is it bad luck?

Is that bad luck?

Are you bad luck?

In a dream, we got married outside

Everything gleamed, wedding rings and white

In a dream, we got married outside

Everything gleamed, wedding rings and white

Would you take me for life?

Would you take me for life?