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