I stood at the fountain where they said there was a wish per finger. Keep your thoughts and hands together, I'm not exactly a pretty boy, but there are miracle men who always seem to make it right. a blown candle on a special night, I become totally affixed on who I'll love next. I need more shotguns, some form of defense; my mind was weak to your affliction, my mind was lost to time. I'll miss you by about a day, but by then I'd have forgotten if I ever loved anyone else.