When I saw you standing there, it was crystal clear to me that it just wouldn't be fair for you to be stuck with a guy like me.
When I saw you yesterday, in my shirt that doesn't fit, it was crystal clear to me that you were meant to wear it.
Every time I think of all the things we did (hanging out all day, trying to get drunk).
I just want to know how I became the lucky one.
When I was just growing up, luck would never cross my path.
I'd break a mirror under a ladder in the path of a black cat.
I never learned how to be smooth.
The only "F" I got in school.
I can't believe you talked to me after you watched me play the fool.
When will it be forever?
What was I really thinking?
I wasted time wondering why when we could've wasted that time drinking.
It will take more than a letter to patch things up this time.
I only hope I'm lucky enough to win you back as mine.
