11:11

Why would I
Make a wish at 11:11
When in sixty seconds the magic minute will be gone?
What's the point of laughter
When at some point we'll have to stop?
When we say hello
You know soon we'll say goodbye.

When you shout and fight and throw that
Thunder word across the room
You feel like you're on top of the world
And then you're up at night
You want to cry and run across and take them all back
All back all back
Because someday it'll all be too late
No one will remember except the clouds
That are only passing by anyway.

Because summer's so nice
But it always has to end.
And at some point when you're telling me it's going to be okay
You'll have to let go
And we'll go face the music alone
It's all temporary
This respite that we call
Music love laughter sun
It won't last forever
You know.

And why would I wish for
It all to get better
When the magic minute is going to slip away like a drop of July
And I'll just be waiting waiting
For the next time to
Wish
And the things that are supposed to get me through the day
Their fleeting brightness
Just makes everything else a little more grey.