Hello Sun
Wish me luck
Please just don't suggest I break a leg
Practice lines
Words assigned
To conversations that haven't taken place

It's a constant fight with what I want and what the world decides

Give me your twists of fate
Your disarray
Your: Sorry I was running late's
Your traffic jams
Your: Not a chance's
I'm not one to run away
I don't know why the fates keep
Trying to fade my sunshine
But the worst of days
Was the best of times
The best worst day ever

Weekday rush
In slow motion
I fight my way across the room to you

Scratched-up hands
And mixed-up plans
We can weather any storm that passes through