Superstitions

I always feel that I'm the one that's missing out
You know I'm always stumbling over cracks outside your house
Rock, paper, scissors, I've broken two years and 7 years times 7 runs me dry
It's too late for you, it's too late for me, the love we knew was hide and seek
I always feel that I'm the one coming up short
You know I'm always running in and out the same back door
Rock, paper, scissors, I've broken two mirrors and 7 years times 7 runs me dry
It's too late for you, it's too late for me, the love we knew was hide and seek
It's too late for you, it's too late, somehow the luck we had has all run out
And suddenly, I can see, these superstitions got the best of me
Suddenly, I could see, and I believe
It's too late. It's too late. It's too late for me
It's too late for you, it's too late for me, the love we knew was hide and seek
It's too late for you, it's too late, somehow, the luck we had has all run out
(Has all run out)