Every night I lay in bed and
Right before I fall asleep
I wonder what
Caused us to become
Such great friends
Over a short amount of time- but
Nothing hurts more than the
Harsh reality that
Unfolded and reminds me that
After all the time
Not one thing
Gave you a reason to stay

I spend sinful nights
Thinking of you
Because I know it's wrong
When I have someone waiting
On me

But it's hard you know
To forget your first
That gave you so much
To remember them by

You're like my second
Star to the right
My lost boy who's so
So childish
Yet somehow
So mature.

But I think it's just
Wishful thinking
When I wonder if
I pop into your head
When you're trying to sleep
Like you do for me

Just so wishful because
I just really wanted to be
Your best friend
And maybe even
Something more


They say people who are meant
To be together
Will eventually
Be together but then again
That's just some
Wishful thinking

Back in those December days
Evening winds would chill the
Air that always left me numb
Unless, of course, you were
There in my company

In such cold times, you
Found a word to
Use so frequent, it was
Like your name for me

the way you left
reminded me of how
i fall asleep at night
the presence slowly dawns
on me
and by the time i
realize what was
happening…
you were already gone -
quickly and without a trace
like the sleep that drags
me from reality

if it weren’t for
the messages on my phone
or the picture in my hand
the line i drew between
real life and
make believe
would be placed
when you and i met

tell me the secrets
hidden behind the moon,
like how it can
[ take ] shape and
transform itself,
and how it deceives [ me ]
because it is always
[ somewhere ] in the sky-
just [ far ] too dim to
outshine the radiance
that comes from
so far [ away ] -
it lies there waiting
for a moment [ to shine ]
in the darkness of the sky

You made a wish
And you told me a secret
That forever changed us.
Then life happened
And you made another wish,
To know me better.
But the thing about wishes
Is that they never come true.

You were the wisher
And the thing about wishes
Is that when you wish on emotions
Everything goes wrong,
And then the magic goes away.
The thing about wishes
Is that you have to give something up
To make these wishes come true.

You were the wisher
And I was a dreamer,
And the difference between us
Is that that dreaming is believing
And wishing is wanting.
Dreams are for the mind,
And wishes are for greed.

I am a dreamer with an imagination
You are a wisher with needs,
I could never fulfill

I am a dreamer
Who's dreams
Didn't need a guy like you