Wishful

"What happened to all of my old friends?
They got lost in the trap of scumbag tendencies

It might sound petty, but I'm tired of picking up the pieces
After they've been broken beyond repair

After everyone left, everything changed
I stayed for a year and a half, until it swept me away
Now I spend my nights staring at the ceiling
Wondering if I am next, or if I am safe
I don't need room to grow
I'm just waiting for the part where I come into my own

I guess it was wishful thinking
To hope that things would stay like they were that summer
I guess it was wishful thinking
To think that things would stay like they were that summer"