Post 69: Wishing on a Vacant Star (1/11/10)

Wishing on a Vacant Star (1/11/10 c, w)

I try not to revisit the past

But little things, little things bring it back
I can’t live with that
I don’t want to see your face
When I close my eyes (my eyes)

Wishing on a vacant star
Wishing that you could be with me
But it’s an optical illusion, much to my confusion
I’m wishing on a vacant star
Because I’ll never know where you are
And you will never be with me
Wishing on a vacant star

I’ll try not to swoon when I smell your perfume

Or the scent of your hair, that brand of shampoo
That makes me think of you
Though I don’t want to
Don’t make me live without you

Wishing on a vacant star

Wishing that you could be with me
But it’s an optical illusion, much to my confusion
I’m wishing on a vacant star
Because I’ll never know where you are
And you will never be with me
Wishing on a vacant star

From time to time

I look into the night skies
And wonder if the star’s light ever meets
Meets your eyes
Wondering if you ever think about me
Wondering if you ever knew what you meant to me
Wondering what I mean to you
Who am I, who am I kidding

Wishing on a vacant star

Wishing that you could be with me
But it’s an optical illusion, much to my confusion
I’m wishing on a vacant star
Because I’ll never know where you are
And you will never be with me
Wishing on a vacant star

It’s a pitch black sky

Will a sunrise ever find me
Will a sunrise ever find me