Slowreader - On That Day lyrics

I was running late as ever when i saw You in a new dress with a math book I told you numbers spelled my future flawed And you just smiled so i just said Silk left it's smooth on your skin And roughed up more than many You could be perfect with him Won't you be perfect with me? The swirling sound above our private jet Might be a ceiling fan we rephrase If my conspiricies make me forget I promise i'll believe you always