Wishful Thinking

Here I am again, no surprises

The future in my hands, a dangerous place

Another perfect man and I half like him

But then he looks at me and I can't fake

That if I was five or ten years older, or had a different brain

Then I'd consider picking out a little silver ring, so

Three cheers for wishful thinking, a silent raise my glass

If I say what I'm thinking, then I can't take it back

A different dimension, one where the stars align

I hate my intuition, it loves to see me cry

He took my hand to dance, he did it gently

So gently

But I had different plans for my early 20s

Oh, we want different things, and that's my problem

And you're just standing there so unaware that my dreams will last past autumn

How did I let it get this far?

I think I'm gonna break his heart

Three cheers for wishful thinking, a silent raise my glass

If I say what I'm thinking, then I can't take it back

A different dimension, one where the stars align

I hate my intuition, it loves to see me cry

Three cheers for wishful thinking, a silent raise my glass

If I say what I'm thinking, then I can't take it back

A different dimension, one where the stars align

I hate my intuition, it loves to see me cry