here i am, once again,
sitting on my bed,
wishing desperately to the 11 11 on the clock.

'as much as i know how you feel,
i want this so desperately to be real.
can you like me?
can you feel how i feel?'

if this is all some mythical tale like the ones my mom used to tell me before bed,
can you grant me a wish like that genie did?

there's no need for a true love's kiss.
all i want is time,
all i want is you,
that all
will do.