Fortunate Anomaly from The Middle by Closer to Closure

Sometimes I, realize I, epitomize cold blooded love.
And though I, just met you, girl your intentions are enough,

To make me feel like I belong.
To try and justify these reckless thoughts.
If you take one step forward I’ll take ten,
And all upon impulsive consciousness.

So is it circumstance or is it fate.
Oh am I making progress or am I chasing the straight.
Why do I lie awake, pouring over, what I think you thought of me.
I’ll always be the victim of this, Fortunate Anomaly.

I’ve known for, sometime now, that I’m in love with an idea
Of someone, beside me, companionless my biggest fear.

So give me hope, not certainty,
Cause the only one we need to fool is me.
And I’ll become the hopeful alchemist,
As I try to forge your love from nothingness.

So is it circumstance or is it fate.
Oh am I making progress or am I chasing the straight.
Why do I lie awake, pouring over, what I think you thought of me.
I’ll always be the victim of this, Fortunate Anomaly.

The best way, to end it
Is to start all over again.

So is it circumstance or is it fate.
Oh am I making progress or am I chasing the straight.
Why do I lie awake, pouring over, what I think you thought of me.
I’ll always be the victim of this, Fortunate Anomaly.

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