Wishful Thinking from Deer Friends by The 117s

Non-deceiving regretfulness
That creeping feeling that it's finally come to this
Out on the pavement one too many times
You'd think the weather'd finally force me to mind

I wrapped a scarf around the crack in your facade
When it returned all tattered, should I not have thought it odd?
This disease of doubt
is rotting me from the inside out

Tell me your real name, sing me the song of your people
I miss the waiting for something I couldn't have dreamed of
I've been staring right into the face of evil, please distract me

Non-deceiving forgetfulness
Can't you remember the last time we talked through this?
We talked in circles one too many times
and yet, somehow, I can't bring myself to mind

If I keep telling myself that I can't drown,
then maybe we'll stop sinking
I can't help myself but falling back into these lonely days
of wishful thinking

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