Blow on My Eyelash, and Maybe a Wish'll Come True For Me.
It's amazing how many wishes I've been making with my eyelashes.
Not only do they manage to jab themselves in my eyes every now and then, they're kinda crooked or something.
But I'm not gonna do anything about it.
Because I'm starting to like where my life is going.
College starts soon.
I'm kinda excited.
I still don't eat very much,
but I do 50 crunches a night now.
No results, but it makes me sleepy enough to actually fall asleep.
And hopefully, all my wishes'll come true.
I need them to.
Because it feels right.
And nothing has ever felt this right since I first sat down at my piano in the 6th grade.
Hooray for pickled egg sammiches.
Not only do they manage to jab themselves in my eyes every now and then, they're kinda crooked or something.
But I'm not gonna do anything about it.
Because I'm starting to like where my life is going.
College starts soon.
I'm kinda excited.
I still don't eat very much,
but I do 50 crunches a night now.
No results, but it makes me sleepy enough to actually fall asleep.
And hopefully, all my wishes'll come true.
I need them to.
Because it feels right.
And nothing has ever felt this right since I first sat down at my piano in the 6th grade.
Hooray for pickled egg sammiches.