It's a jinx if you speak
About it when it's happening.
So just don't talk.
Try not to think that you
Might not get it back.
It was strange enough for us already,
Before this last one...
But it's a knife in the gut
To think of what could've been.

So, what's the story now really?
It's been a while since we got it straight.
Don't wanna leave.
Don't wanna stay.
I just need something that I can take
To replace the bad taste
In my mouth with something sweet.
Is this all happening?
Is this all happening?

Cause there's no way
That we got this right.
I'm chewing on broken glass
And iodine.