_Hello?_

I wish I was a little bit older so I wouldn’t have to wish

Or reach

For the box on top of the fridge

Or reach

For all the dreams that aren’t running so I can’t chase them

Molly wishes she wasn’t named Molly

Abigail is thankful she changed her name

She doesn’t want to twin with that woman

Who is older

And doesn’t have to wish

Or reach

For the box on top of the fridge

Or reach

For her dreams ‘cause they’re already dead

We wish we weren’t here

There’s nothing to wish for

And for the love of all things good

This tree doesn’t give a damn