According To Plan

It's like life imitating life, Constantly repeating history until it's blind It's like time only speaks in rhymes Repeating repetition til you're lost inside your mind

Was I a terminal distraction? Or just a chemical reaction?

Or is it chance or is it fate? Was I just standing in your way?

I find it hard to understand How you love this ordinary man And so extraordinarily Maybe it's all unraveling according to plan

It's like life imitating life Constantly revolving round the tips of sharpened knives It's like time draws a crooked line Repeating shapes and patterns til it just can't be defined

Is it a critical invention? Or just fulfilling it's intention?

Or is it chance or is it fate? Or are we simply meant to wait?

I find it hard to understand Yeah that it's all left up to chance And so arbitrarily But if she sees something in me

It must be life imitating life Manipulating varying degrees of wrong and right

I guess it might just possibly May be all unraveling according to plan