collide

Are we an accident?
Chasing after caution
Following our momentary emotions
Our soiled doubts shoved in the glove box
My heart doomed in a writer's block

I can't tell the difference between a curse or a blessing
I just wanted our fingers to touch
Just wanted your love
Maybe, this time, I've asked for too much

It's as if I can't have sweet nothings
Without life serving me lessons
But I thought love was a gift for me dear
But I suppose I wasn't a very good girl this year