It's 11:11 again
And I'm wishing as hard as I can.
The problem is,
Wishing
Becomes hoping,
Which becomes expecting,
Which means I am crushed
When you push me down the stairs again.
I'm trying to keep my feet on the ground
So it won't hurt as much when I fall,
But it's hard when you just
Lift the gravity right off my world
(and you don't even know it.)

So I wish as hard as I can
For this to end,
To fall for him instead -
But since when do crushes give a damn
About what's practical or probable?
(My mind isn't pliable to my will.)

I can't bring myself to want
to let go of you,
but I guess it doesn't matter:
11:11 wishes don't work anyway, remember?
You were the one who taught me that.