With all your news.

One day i will reel you in and kiss you on the forehead and whisper till no end.
Now till one day i will not pretend.
You cannot pretend.
We will both ascend.

Lady luck why you trouble me with all your news?

Someday we can tuck them in and love throughout as elders awaiting our own bed.
Oh how you loved me.
Line up on the all.
Quietly they crawl.
Quietly we fall.

Lady luck why you trouble me with all your news?

You are all i knew.