you're not my love
I wish for you too much
it's the wrong thing
real love will be present
and true
I'm always wishful and distant
with you
you're never around
I've been
dizzy in a cursed spell
I couldn't see anyone but you
sitting at the bottom of the wishing well
I was hoping you'd come by today
or tomorrow
or next week
maybe never
I'm drowning in my wishes
all for you
do you not wish me for me even a little
not even when you blow on a candle
or those pretty little flowers
do you not sleep wishful
like I do
staring at the clock
11:11
staring right back at me