Good Luck

Tired from swimming in these arms
You’re sleeping, unaware of anything
Lower the blinds, block out the morning light
At least let’s hide it, as a way to say goodbye
I’m sorry, but it seems it’s time to part
This cigarette is about to burn out

A man can’t lie, it echoes in his heart
Just let me go, please

Turn over and call my name
You laugh like a child
Until you find a new love
You’ll probably live with wet hands
I’m sorry, but in this fickle wind
The dreams we held have withered away

A man shouldn’t wear a heart on his sleeve
You gotta understand that.