they say that bad things happen in three   I guess that means you and me   are happening still      once just for the thrill   two times to make sure we get our fill   and a third despite our best intentions      if youth is wasted on the young   then you and I have just begun    to be wasted      poetry looking for clarity    or clarity looking for poetry   despite our better judgement      you are taking me   out of my reality   and I’m not sure   if I like it      you can't stop the morning rain   form banging against my window pane   and bathing everything in a grey light      like a moth to a flame   I just find myself    calling your name      you are testing me   my sense of security   but I guess    that I must like it      they say that bad things happen in three   I guess that means you and me   are happening still