found another four-leaf clover outside your door
outside your basement window,
oh what are the odds?
you gave me another bloody nose;
blood which stained my clothes
oh what are the odds? that will ever happen again.
i touched your hand, i got that same feeling again
oh what are the odds?
(just wait and see)
Still wearing my ramones bracelet
there will be cold days,
you’ll wear my sweaters
to keep you warm
you’ll tell your dude, that they’re your brothers
then you’ll know, what the fucks up
what the fucks really up with your feelings