BELIEVERS PT. II

Beautiful and tragic in his cool heartbreak blue jacket
and he is asking who is asking but it's just you 

Secrets in the pockets are between him and coat check
and if you dare to believe that it might come true 

As long as I'm breathing it's Scorpio season
it's just a thing some folks believe in, but I feel it too 

Left him for a summer it changed everything forever
If he believed that well, I never did, did you?

Stories are like feathers till you tell them over and over
and we all die from overexposure, they'll bury you 

Went and asked my mother but this one came from my father
he said: success for one is there for both of you 

As I've gotten older and I've seen it over and over
I believe to keep a friend it's also true 

When I asked my father, he forgot I was a writer
he said: and don't do anything you can't undo 

Long as I've been breathing there's a thing that I've believed in
it's there are versions and always at least a few 

Was it really magic, or just practice and a habit
Maybe third time is a hat trick, no absolutes 

Sealed it in a letter, told her some day soon it gets better
said girl believe it, you absolutely have to 

Was it really magic or a moment of compassion,
played back, and what it revealed to you 

Was it really magic or a moment of compassion
and a version of a story, Believers Pt. II