call it anything you want to,
clearly I misread you, it wouldn’t be the first time,
a case of wishful thinking, of wishing more than thinking,
I guess you kiss your good friends, & I was once one of them, anyway
the day rolls into the night again,
& I’m thinking about a friend of mine I used to know,
100,000 years ago, & I’ve stopped wishing, I just pretend
(that) she could’ve been mine,
but you & I, we read the book,
that’s not the way it ends..
once on a night I still remember,
the northern lights exploded, we snuck out on the water,
to row beyond the shorelights, when rules were made for breaking,
you said, “hey, wish for something,” we both know what I wished for, anyway
the day rolls into the night again,
& I’m thinking about a friend of mine I used to know,
100,000 years ago, & I’ve stopped wishing, I just pretend
(that) she could’ve been mine,
but you & I, we read the book,
that’s not the way it ends,
yeah, you & I, we read the book,
that’s not the way it ends..
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