It seems to always happen, in a way. After I swear it off forever. After I say that it's all a silly idea. All a silly mess. Very much hopeless.
(I pause, laugh at memories of the video where george bush stumbles through a "fool me once" metaphor)
But I let it happen again. I let myself hear their songs. I took those famous three words seriously.
But now it's just your disaster set to my music on some awkward morning.
And hopefully I've finally figured out how to use a fire extinguisher.
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