Better

It seems our luck has changed, some for better or worse
we fall until we both hit the ground
who needs luck or a four leaf clover
it seems our luck has changed
I am not perfect, I'm not perfect, not perfect. not even close
hey stranger, have we met before? your face looks so familiar
sister don't be surprised when your walls
get closer your face grows older
well you might be an angel, an angel for the death