Second Peculiar single.
I went to a fortune teller,
gave her my money and found out nothing new.
She told me about my past,
and I already knew that.
She told me you were leaving,
but that wasn't a surprise.
I knew that too.
I want someone to tell me what I'll do then,
when you're gone and I'm down
and the darkness' around.
I wanted her to tell me I could forget you,
and I wanted her to say
'You'll find other warm arms'
I spent my money in her
and my youth in you
and now all I have is this liar tarot deck.
And I don't know how to read the future,
so I sit in our bed,
which is not 'our bed' any more.
And I don't know how to read the future,
so I stay in the past.
I want someone to tell me what I'll do then,
when you're gone and I'm down
and the darkness' around.
I wanted her to tell me I could forget you,
and I wanted her to say
'You'll find other warm arms'.
I wanted her to say
'He'll come back to your arms'

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