A part of me stands confused again
Watching it slip right
Through my hands
Put a finger on it now before its gone
All of it gone its all so wrong
Nothing could ever be so wrong
Put a finger on it now before its gone
And leave a message by the door
Before youre gone
Maybe crystal ball is fortune teller
Maybe cards laid out as fortune teller
In the future tense as past
And fortune present here at least
Couldnt be more tied up by you
Couldnt you be forgiving too
All you ever think is
Everything gone wrong
Nothing I do can stop this slide
I feel like part of something died
All you ever think is
Everything gone wrong
And leave a message by the door
Before youre gone
Maybe I dont need a fortune teller
And maybe I dont want this
Fortune teller
Little box that never lied
I guess Im keeping this inside