Broken
glasses, broken dreams
Not
your fault or so it seems
The
ego cracked from side to side again
You're
still 'bout three hours away
All
your plans have gone astray
Why
don't you leave this where it started then
A
thousand curses on your head
You
stutter
And
mutter
And
still I
I want
to rain
A
thousand kisses on your head
The
adding
The
padding
The
sum and
The
difference
Halfway past the second prime
Check
your phone a thirteenth time
Past
the witching hour - well, you would
You
sweeten up your shitty luck
But
when I add the numbers up
It
doesn't balance out just like it should
End:
Every little thing you do
You
shouldn't
You
shouldn't
You
shouldn't too!