Out of Luck

I scratch up my hands

While pulling your weeds

And as soon as I'm free

You're looking at me

I pick up the place

I'm cutting your reeds

And how lucky you made me seem

You switch off the lamp

When I'm trying to read

When I reach and you lean

You're just messing with me

There's hardly any light

So which one will it hit?

Who just gets eclipsed?

You wish me luck

I hope you break a leg

You're tripping up

Can't offer you a hand

We'll cover up

I stall so you could rest

You're out of luck

Can't offer you a hand