I guess
it’s luck, but it’s the same hard luck you’ve been trying to tame.
Maybe it’s love but it’s like you said...
Love is like a role that we play.
But you’re chasing the ghost of a good thing.
Haunting yourself,
as the real this is getting away from you again,
while you’re chasing ghosts.
Just bend the pieces ‘til they fit,
like they were made for it.
But they weren’t made for this.
No they weren’t made for this.
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