Cursed Luck

I am an open book you'll never read
I am a padlocked door and you'll never the key
I'm a burned out bridge, a dirt road and a broken picket fence

This cursed luck and bleeding gums
I've got chapped lips and two broken thumbs
Death; he looks down on me and shakes his head
He says: I'm not taking you just yet

I am a challenge for the dark
I spit from my gut and never from my heart
This is poisonous, this is venom, this is fucking misery

Don't break me
Don't drop me
Don't crush me
Don't love me