The night sky above me is empty
Nothing but the cloudy blackness
A phone buzzing with words so angry
Kept awake by the unrelenting sadness
A desperate cry escapes my lips.
Can I just have an air plane
Pretend it's a shooting star
Don't tell me I'm insane
Just looking to mend this scar
I could really do with a wish right now.
Go back an hour or so
Turn back the clock hands for me
Put me in my place with a phone
Fulfill a promise to be
With a quick dial call.
Yet that isn't how it goes
So I sit here feeling so blue
Turning remorse into prose
Letting it out so true
Just what an idiot I am.
Saying once, doing twice
It always seems to happen
No matter if I get advice
One person I constantly madden
I could really do with a wish right now.
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