"Superstitions In Travel" by Elliott

we're keeping up the fiction and breaking all the mirrors.
we're bringing our own troubles by neglecting the cracks we
walk on. the daystar is burning in this black cofin we move
in. we tried to make it work out hundreds of miles apart.
hyou are the luckiest symbol i've ever found and i'm a world
away. we are the final students in the dying art of lost
astrology. you are the brightest single shining star i saw
from miles away. it's superstitious but i keep on wishing on
all the falling stars on hold for me. you keep on pulling
and causing tension but you're the magnet. if we never find
the way home i'd be more than lost without you and to all
the skeptic onlookers we should have never made it this far.