i crossed my fingers until they broke.

i crossed my fingers until they broke.

as you stood there smiling and beautiful, you dropped your hat. i dove head first into the puddle at your feet and caught it before you had the chance to feel loss. so hand in hand, we worked it out and made everything right again.

and now, as i stand where you once stood, lonely and worthless my hat was dropped. i watched it in that puddle at my feet, getting wetter by the second. i watched it dry, blow away in the wind, down the road and out of sight. so i put my hands in my pockets.

everybody gets one, but this isn't mine. don't even consider it.

but i was scared to death of eternity
i was saved by grace but destroyed by naivety.