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Fingers crossed
Give me an excuse to perfect this
I love every sound it doesn’t make
And future is such a fucked up thing
Do people really live like this?
My conscience is more than spotless
Ever since I buried it in the words you used to use against me
With secrets and smiles, we promised to stay forever
Fingers crossed, this is the best night of my life
Remember when we would say remember when?
She doesn’t remember a fucking thing
It’s just a cliché of a cliché that I’d rather not repeat
I’ll record my voice and play it over the radio
Let me write your name and erase it,
I can’t be your escape plan or way out
Cause I’ve been gone long before you said goodbye
