It all works fine and good and well
And we're all fine and good and well
And then one stupid fucking little kiss
And that stupid fucking little smile
And the what ifs and daydreams
And they'll never be reality
And its stupid and little and im sorry im sorry im sorry
And then that stupid fucking little kiss
And the mess ups and the never will happens
And that stupid fucking little chance that might have been seen
(if you looked under a microscope)
And it disappears in a cloud of bar smoke
And the haze of alcohol
And that stupid fucking little smile goes too.
But all of it is in your head because since when did you ever have a chance?
And it's back to fine and good and well
(but nothing is fine and good and well)
