Never has pïgeon shït landed on my shïrt
Never have ï found a four leaf clover
And not once has a ladybug landed on my fïnger
As the years go by, my luck ïs wearïng off
The goodness ïn thïs world, ïn mïne
Slowly dïsappearïng
And ï, always chasïng ït, lïke a chïld runnïng after a raïnbow
Always poïntless
For now my lïfe has been darkened
Wïth passïng black cats, broken mïrrors and spïlt salt.
But ï'll keep waïtïng for the moment when the sun wïll come out of hïdïng
When love wïll be easy agaïn
When the good wïll float to the surface and drown thïs world agaïn
Mïne, agaïn.

I'm in my backyard
spinning wildly
around and around and around
shouting lyrics out to the sky.

I am free again
the grass pressed against my back
every flower grows above me
and I am alright with growing smaller
shrinking myself into the leaves
and I am flying.

I'm in my backyard
spinning wildly
shouting lyrics to our song
and I'm starting to stumble over the words
and my own feet
but at least I'm beginning to forget who you were
and I feel alright.

You kissed her on the cheek and still remember the way her eyes crinkled as she smiled
Maybe you did it because you just didn't know what to say
Maybe it was the last time you'd get to

It's the kind of kiss you still think about years later
A neural pathway dedicated to that snippet of time, firing, firing
Devastating and vivid
A chance to live it again and again

She looked at me with eyes full of light,
Full of lust that ate up my whole being.
And with those big wanting eyes locked on mine,
The blood that was circulating in my body shot up to my face and heated me up.
She bit and licked her lip and then slowly,
And  then approached me.
I could feel her breath on my neck,
Her scent crawled up my nose
And i felt that i could almost taste her. Her lips touched mine so slowly,
And with a voice that made my whole body shiver.
"I want you" she said.

Because he knew, in the deepest core of his soul,
That her kiss would never be replaced by any other,
Because she would melt into him,
Without restraint, without fear.
He would never admit it,
But she was his favourite,
She would never flinch when he'd press his hand roughly against her neck.
She would not cry in pain when he pulled her hair.
And he'd stop to see if she was still with him,
That she did not drift away in her daydreams,
Like the bubbles that floated away towards the white clouds.
She never did.
She stayed within his grip,
While he breathed cold damp sighs in her hair,
As he left bruises all over her body.
She stayed because she has never broken a heart.
And she would never break her own.