you sing along to his heartbroken lullaby
the irony here is beautiful
his objective is to obejctify you
but he makes you want him
and i, i can't get you to notice me
im dropping hints like nuclear bombs
of feelings ive felt for so long
i thought that youd be happier with me
i guess thats only wishful thinking
i opened my mouth to talk to you
but the words stopped in my throat
because i need another let down
like i need a hole in my head
it isnt even fair, you dont know im there
so heres to wishful thinking
and heres to what couldve been between you and me.