Isn't it ironic?

2009-12-29
An old man turned ninety eight, he won the lottery and died the next day. It's a black fly in your Chardonnay, it's a death row pardon two minutes too late. And isn't it ironic, don't you think?

It's like rain on your wedding day, it's a free ride when you've already paid, it's the good advice that you just didn't take and who would have thought? It figures.

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly, he packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye. He waited his whole damn life to take that flight and as the plane crashed down, he thought "Well, isn't this nice?" And isn't it ironic, don't you think?

Well, life has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you think everything is okey and everything's going right. And life has a funny way of helping you out when you think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up in your face.

A traffic jam when you're already late, a 'no smoking' sign on your cigarette break. It's like then thousand spoons when all you need is a knife. It's meeting the man of my dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife. And isn't it ironic, don't you think? A little too ironic...

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