Blink three times
Snap my fingers twice
And look at you once
Then everything will be perfect
Is that not the way it works?
A quick fix
A superstitious trick
That what I need to perfect
Us
It gets dangerous
When I find myself saying
"If things were different"
I find myself wishing
I was not so afraid
If only I was willing to lay
Everything on the line
But last time I did that
I swore that it would indeed
Be the last time
What happens when two people are so incapable of love
So unable to take a chance
So self focused
But foolishly hopeful?
I guess they just live in disappointment
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