ninety eight

I'm thinking that today it's okay
That tomorrow it'll be eleven days
Because tomorrow I might possibly
See you again

And I guess I don't mind
The silence this whole time
So long as I get to see your face
Again

But if I think too much, I'll start to believe
All the lies that are thrust upon me
Until I have a dream that I can't shake from my head
And think of all the stupid things I've said
And how you didn't care

I hope I lose count of these eleven days
So you can rain on my parade someday
It's hard to hope without expecting things
But I expect you'll follow through
And then I'll see you again