Look at the clock
See the pattern
Four ones
Two elevens

People often comment
Even you it seems
How much
I make just a few numbers mean

But don't you remember
That chilly morning
When you asked the question
You had wished would
Change
Everything

You wanted me to be yours
And when I said no
I didn't mean it

And when I said no
I wanted it

And when I wished that day
on 11/11/11
at 11:11:11

I wished for a future where
I could change my answer

And so now
When I see the clock
Hit those magic numbers
I hold the present day
On the silver platter
Up high
That I should have put
You on

So long, long ago

All I have to see
Is her face

The freckles
Each hiding a secret
Her eyes
Hiding so many lies

I like to pretend
All my life
That I am
A fearless warrior
I can do no wrong
I am so often right
In my own mind

But she

She brings me to my knees

That icy cold glare
I used to laugh
And join her
When she looked
At others that way

But now
The tables have turned

She knows
I cannot
Hold my pride
When she is near