"um...well, all i have left is my lucky"
"oh okay, that's cool dude. i'll ask someone else."
"Hey, do you have anymore cigarettes?"
*At this point, you pull out your knife and begin to mutter incoherent things to yourself...
"In ... 1992... put a cigarette in your hair!"
"Oh fuck man, this guy must be crazy, I'm out of here!"
-A story in which the Lucky stays safe and sound within the confines of the cigarette pack.
Lyrically, "Lucky" and is about a famous star, who despite being very "lucky" and seemingly having it all - fame, wealth, beauty and so on - is truly lonely on the inside.
The song is a commentary on fame and the hollowness of it if you don't have someone you truly love, or someone who truly loves you, that you can share it with.
Guy 2: Yeah, what about it?
Guy 1: It's so beautiful
*Guy 1 starts to sob*
Guy 2: It's okay. Let it out. You're in good company.
Guy 3: C'mon you guys, seriously?!