and here I sit
wishing for you to talk to me
wishing things were different
wishing you would love me
in all the ways you could
wishing that our love could
finally be understood
it's 11:15
and here I sit
doubting that our love will
ever be present
looking at my phone and
seeing no missed call
feeling fists in my stomach
wanting to feel nothing at all
it's 11:20
and my wishes still aren't true
sometimes I think my wishes
aren't supposed to be about you