11:11

"11:11"

please wake me when the clock hits that time
'cause hopefully tomorrow you'll be mine
last week, it didnt work
but this time
i'm feeling sure.
if only you knew how much this meant
and how i want our time well spent
just please this time, make it come true
because you wont regret
the way that i'll treat you.

it's the next day, no word from you at all
everyday makes my hopes get small
its not like how it was before, i mean.
but i promise you'll know
how much you truly mean to me
an hour's gone by and still no word
forget this '11:11' we've all heard
its just a silly way to make people feel real
and honestly sabotage
all those pity feelings we feel

i've given up hope for good now, baby dont you know?
the clocks outside my door, i hear it tick so slow.
but maybe i'll spend just one more day
bring the clock back inside
count down the minutes and i'll say:
please make him mine, this wish would put on a real smile
after that i put the clock outside, but only for a little while...
because after i came inside
you were out in front of my house
holding the clock tightly as if for your life.

after that day i've never been the same
its been you and me, living in the hall of fame
so please wont you wake me
when the clock hits 11:11
so i can wake up beside you
and feel like im drifting off to heaven