Seven of Swords

I read your horoscope in the paper
To see what kind of day you had
I'm pretty sure that you were a Taurus
In that case, bad
How sad
And then your tarot card in the morning
Pulls fact from fiction
Superstition, oh
Seven of swords
I'm pretty sure that that's an omen, oh Lord
But who am I to say?
And who are you today?
I found your photograph in the junk drawer
Between the pens and magazines
I could've sworn you were a bit shorter
But I can't tell
Oh, well
And then your name came up at this party
The sacrifices, virtues, vices
Oh, what did you say?
That sounds familiar; what was her last name?
Is she doing okay?
And where is she today?
Well, anyway



Credits
Writer(s): Lauren Grille, Miles Atwater Jena, Russel Kent Campbell Iii
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link