Wishes

Made some wishes, ours was just the last to stick

It's less romantic, but closer to the way we live

It's a lost art, telling people who you are

But that's real love, never put on the kid gloves

Try to open yourself up

Try to give a little fuck

In our best mood, we reach out and touch the moon

A glimpse of death at the door, but we can't ask for that much more

It's a lost art, showing people who you are