Cousin Zach (Born Lucky) Songtext
von Camp Trash

Wearing the clothes and thought you didn′t belong anywhere
Bought in, the story your head fills in with the ordinary
Buying tickets to New Orleans, blowing hype on a shiny new thing
Talk it out, I'm calling it now, the party only ends when you walk out

And there′s a constant in the correlation
Everyone convinces you to start
There's a constant in the correlation
How come you made it out alive?
I wanna talk about this new sensation
I caught you hanging on this new existence


Turned into dust, gatherer turned hunter on prescription drugs
I'm on the run, already lost, you said to turn myself over to the cops
You′ve got friends, you′ve got lovers, and then you've got these motherfuckers
Talking it out, I′m calling it now, the party only ends when you walk out

And there's a constant in the correlation
Everyone convinces you to start
There′s a constant in the correlation
How come you made it out alive?
I wanna talk about this new sensation
I caught you hanging on this new existence

I caught you hanging on this new existence