Clocks Speak

11:11 make a wish...


you to come back like he did.
or the way that i am dreaming of my head.
you to mean what you say,
and not hurt another soul.



11:11 make a wish....


you would look me in the eyes like he did
and say the same words.
you would hold me tight like he did
and never let go even until we melted together


11:11 make a wish....

you would never never never have done what has caused this
that everything could just erase itself and go away
you would be the person i need and know i want
that my standards didnt have to be compromised to be with you


11:11 make a wish...


that she could be gone and that i could be
that it could go back back in time like we once were
that everything was simple and not complex


11:11 make a wish....


you can be john, and i will be savanah
we can write
and you will answer. truthfully...


11:11 make a wish....


and i wish that these things could happen in real life
by the kiss of the clock and the strike of the hand


11:11 make a wish....


that i will be able to forget.
forget.
forget.
please...


11:11 make a wish....

no more wishes, its childish and unreal...
this is how it is. and will be. grow up. its not changing.
not for me or anyone else...
I can kiss a clock or kiss you goodbye.


11:11 make a wish...


nothings changing, but the minute on the clock.

11:12 goodbye my wishes.