Wishful Thinking

Droplets of words fall from your fingers
Putting one's mind through the wringer
Wish I could just conjure you to linger
Little to nothing these figments
Am I wanting what's beyond my reaching?
Feelings are strange
Oh, wishful thinking

I've never minded the burn
I'm used to playing with fire
I'd sit under your sun
If that's what your heart desires
I've never minded the burn
I'm used to playing with fire
I'd sit under your sun
If that's what your heart desires

Hundreds of worlds outside my window
Waiting to see if whatever this is dwindles
And if I had it my way you'd be, oh, single
Available at all times and not so fickle
Maybe you're just a metaphor
Filling the blanks of what didn't come before

I've never minded the burn
I'm used to playing with fire
I'd sit under your sun
If that's what your heart desires
I've never minded the burn
I'm used to playing with fire
I'd sit under your sun
If that's what your heart desires



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