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)