accomodate

i keep wanting to be magical
and make you want me back
and make me not want you at all
i'll hate to be close to you
i'll throw myself into the chance of seeing you
again and again
i keep wanting to be magical
and have the power of foresight
to get busy lightning a smoke when you trip
instead of stretching my arm
and holding you back form hurt
to contain your hands between my own and say i'm sorry
and mean it and kiss you.
to be forgiven while forgetting