Kismet
On a slow burn since your kiss met this kismet
Let it all churn, as I search along the breadth
Of the choices we made, and the way to proceed
Too little too late, or just what we need?
Do you know how I know this is huge?
I've been doing just fine since I last saw you
'Cause the way that I deal with the heaviest things
Is a stone-faced acceptance of "it is what it is"
No bubbling fury, no pangs of regret
No guilt and no worry, no shortness of breath
No consuming obsession, no quickness of words
Just here in this moment and here in two worlds
And I want it again, but I'm fine if it's not
But I'll lose all my sense if I'm given the thought
I'm too shocked to move and I'm too locked to stop
So I'm lost in the moment, but I'm racing the clock
Afraid if I shifted, it would make it more true
So we're awkward, and sideways, and perfect -and you
And I'm proud that I battled the coward I am
But disgusted that I want to do it again
And how is it that I'm so callous and cold
That I'm chanting that "fortune favors the bold"
So I'm grasping at ghosts, trying to relive the day
That I gained so much when I threw it all away...
Let it all churn, as I search along the breadth
Of the choices we made, and the way to proceed
Too little too late, or just what we need?
Do you know how I know this is huge?
I've been doing just fine since I last saw you
'Cause the way that I deal with the heaviest things
Is a stone-faced acceptance of "it is what it is"
No bubbling fury, no pangs of regret
No guilt and no worry, no shortness of breath
No consuming obsession, no quickness of words
Just here in this moment and here in two worlds
And I want it again, but I'm fine if it's not
But I'll lose all my sense if I'm given the thought
I'm too shocked to move and I'm too locked to stop
So I'm lost in the moment, but I'm racing the clock
Afraid if I shifted, it would make it more true
So we're awkward, and sideways, and perfect -and you
And I'm proud that I battled the coward I am
But disgusted that I want to do it again
And how is it that I'm so callous and cold
That I'm chanting that "fortune favors the bold"
So I'm grasping at ghosts, trying to relive the day
That I gained so much when I threw it all away...
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Writer(s): Ann Marie Nacchio
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