LYRICS

Fuck Up

From the album Sidelong

Written by Sarah Shook and John Howie, Jr.
© 2015 Sarah Shook & the Disarmers Publishing (ASCAP)/I'll Gladly Pay You Tuesday Music (BMI)

It’s hard to wake up in the mornin’ when I just crawled into bed
With bad memories and alcohol swimmin’ in my head
My mama used to tell me to buck up
I guess I’m just too much of a fuck up

I can’t cry myself to sleep so I drink myself to death
I got cocaine in my bloodstream and whiskey on my breath
Ain’t a thing that I can change to get my luck up
I guess I’m just too much of a fuck up

If you tell me what it is that makes your life worth livin’
I’ll be obliged to find a single damn that I’ll be givin’

With the cards that I been dealt I can’t win to save my life
I’m lousy in a fist fight even if I have a knife
Ain’t a thing that I can change to get my luck up
God never makes mistakes he just makes fuck ups

If you tell me what it is that makes your life worth livin’
I’ll be obliged to find a single damn that I’ll be givin’

Ain’t a thing that I can change to get my luck up
God never makes mistakes he just makes fuck ups
I guess I’m just too much of a fuck up