[Verse 1] Cracked you open on a Tuesday Grease-stained table Takeout bags Little slip of folded mystery You just laughed Said "Go on Ask" Read it out in my bad accent "Love will find you when it’s late" You rolled your eyes at all the nonsense Now you’re sleeping at my place [Chorus] You are my fortune cookie Sweet little truth in a crunch Tiny prophecies and sugar I eat them up with my lunch You are my fortune cookie Wrapped in a paper-thin shell Every time I break you open Somehow my day turns out well [Verse 2] You predict my missed alarms Tell me when the train’s delayed Say I’ll spill my coffee on me Then I do And you just shake On the couch You read my future From the lines across my palm "You’ll grow old and still be clueless" Then you kiss me And you’re gone [Chorus] [Bridge] Maybe it’s random Maybe it’s fate Maybe it’s takeout On a Tuesday late Say it again Just one more line "Good luck comes to The one that’s mine" [soft backing vocals] [Chorus]
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