What I think on a Sunday evening.

I'd wish you'd call me more often,
and care more.
But I'd wish I'd care more too.
Because I don't care as much anymore.

I'd wish you'd come see me,
so I wouldn't always have to be the one arriving and departing.
But that's okay I guess. 
Because I don't care as much anymore.

I'd wish you'd keep your promises
or you wouldn't promise things you knew you didn't want to begin with.
But that's fine I guess.
Because I don't care as much anymore.

I'd wish you'd want the same things as me,
so we can build a home together.
But that's alright I guess.
Because I don't care as much anymore.

But I'd wish I cared more.
And I'd wish you'd understand.
And it's not okay, it's not fine and it's not alright.
But it is what it is,
and you are what you are and,
I am what I am.

And this is how life goes on and on.