And when you wish on falling stars
And catch those lightbugs in a jar.
I doubt that you think of me at all.
How long is fall? How deep's your grave?
How old's that tombstone with no name?
And when we slept, we didn't wear pajamas
My grip is strong, my horse is fast
But my adolescence won't last
Come back and see, see me when it's over.
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