Nargiza, Calla Vivid - Six Numbers

Six little numbers.
One more chance.
One more night.
Found a lottery ticket in the pocket of my jeans.
Six numbers, faded ink, and a thousand broken dreams.
Coffee stains across the paper like the roads I never took.
You said life is not a game, but I couldn't help but look.
I was running out of reasons.
I was running out of time.
With a little piece of nothing in a world that wasn't mine, that wasn't mine,
that wasn't mine. I count the cracks across the ceiling
like the roads I haven't tried.