eleven isn't unlucky

For all the things I have ever seen only twice
and once has it since been
a quick look or a subtle smile that I haven't kept
you let everything go far to easily, allow it roll out with the tide
But where will you keep her when they coming looking?
What will you say when they ask you to please, please lie?
You say you're afraid but I could never imagine of what
you have traveled this far on a wish and bad luck
every time you meet you look at something that is not there
but every time you leave you still want once more.
Nothing of something is never enough
and something of her is more than you want.