so I wished for nothing
and now I'm waiting for it to happen

and the rain sometimes speaks/ like a sad song
and I pretend it's you/ falling like broken glass
in my arms

it's one of those love tunes/ that they use to sell
perfectly designed/ washing machines & other vital
household items

"it's the little things", you say and I laugh
like a clean cut/ always politically correct/ in my chaotic
ramble/ I tend to make this lie/ completely believable

you always smile as you leave/ and I always smile back

as only the dead do/ after years and years of
trying