No one believes the old wives tale
That says your wish will come true,
When the numbers on your clock
Add up to six minus two.
But when my friends and I were younger
We used to play that game,
Speaking our hearts desires
When the numbers read the same.
And I'm not like the other girls
Who wait for a shooting star,
Or catch so many fireflies
Then release them from their jar.
No, every night I wish for one thing,
And wait for it to come true.
Every night at 11:11
I quietly wish for you.
