the dandelion song.

the other day I picked a dandelion

and on it wished you’d speak to me

and honestly, we both know I’d be lying

if I said things were how they used to be

sometimes things change, and honey, people too

although I fear I never was

the person you imagined that you knew

but it’s okay, it’s okay because

oh time and time and time will tell

how this crazy story ends

i wish, I wish, I wish, I wish you well

and oh, how I wish we were still friends

i’m not sure how many apologies

you needed to decide I cared

but I refuse to get down on my knees

while you disinterestingly stare

i said my piece and now I must be going

along my merry little way

the distance between us just keeps on growing

maybe our paths will meet again some day

oh time and time and time will tell

how this crazy story ends

i wish, I wish, I wish, I wish you well

and oh, how I wish we were still friends