apostle of hustle
chances are
Drunk, drunk in the dark of bellwoods Smashed two bikes smashed against a tree He's, he's alone in the kitchen While you - you're out wasting time with me  You run, you fly, you're chased by ghosts You cannot say goodbye  Chances are not forever  I see, I see a new lover coming He's flash, walking across your eyes You pretend, pretend that you don't notice  After time, then you can act suprised  You'll kiss, you'll try, you're chased by ghosts, You cannot say goodbye  Chances are not forever  Black black hair and cold blue eyes and a look That was mine only Chances are It's not my only Not my only Chances are Not my own