Eleven Eleven

Shooting star on the night we first kissed Like a sign, if I blink, you'll be missed In my mind, you and I still exist It's a thought that is dangerous 'Cause I'll wait forever I won't look for better I'll find signs for you and I Oh, for you and I Well, there's wishbones and clovers and numbers from Heaven Shapes in the stars to invent our connection As much as I act like I want to forget it I still wish for you at eleven-eleven I still wish for you Heard you're seeing some girl in New York So, what am I reading horoscopes for? You're still wearing those fucked-up white Nikes So, maybe you're superstitious like me 'Cause I'll wait for nothing Pretending we're something My mind lies for you and I Oh, for you and I There's wishbones and clovers and numbers from Heaven Shapes in the stars to invent our connection As much as I act like I want to forget it I still wish for you at eleven-eleven I still wish for you I still wish for you Wishbones, clovers, salt spilling over Why don't you come back? That shit's over my shoulder There's black cats, broke glass, cracks on the pavement But I just can't accept that it's too late to save us There's wishbones and clovers and numbers from Heaven And if you'd ask me, I'd deny that we ended As much as I know that it's time to forget it I still wish for you at eleven-eleven I still wish for you at eleven-eleven I still wish for you (for you)