Come on fortune teller

Give me something I can work with

Tell me it gets better

Look in your crystal ball and

Tell me I’ve fucked up enough and I’ve done all my falling

So come on fortune teller

Tell me the one thing I need to hear

Tell me it gets better

Just read my palm or something

And reassure me that the best days of my life are coming

Crystals from Istanbul to Peru

Hanging off her body

Each with a different magic

Eyes softer than the lowest cloud

Touched by the highest mountain

All alone way out there

Pleasures of the flesh never enough

Need to know her soul too

Don’t care what I go through

Ok I think I may have fell in love

With my fortune teller

So how do I tell her?

Come on fortune teller

Give me something I can work with

Tell me it gets better

Look in your crystal ball and

Tell me I’ve fucked up enough and I’ve done all my falling

So come on fortune teller

Tell me the one thing I need to hear

Tell me it gets better

Just read my palm or something

And reassure me that the best days of my life are coming

I just hope the best days of my life are coming

I just hope