Wishful Thinking
I have no doubt that you mean well
But I have a hard time hearing over the swell
From your capricious attitude
Which you don't seem to understand the magnitude
Of how it barrages me from all sides
Ripping me up until I'm taken out with the tide
And you keep saying you're sorry
However, I think you're deaf to my outcries
Yet I hope and pray you'll start believing
But that's just wishful thinking