Kismet

Tell me every awful thing that you did

And I promise I won't judge you for it

I gave you something you can never take back

But it's my fault because we've fallen off track

My parents said that it gets better someday

And I know they meant it cause they won't lie to me

I heard that you're moving out of New York

Cause you can't stand the cold anymore

Are we too young for this

Should've known before you said it