Shuttle

The way you sit riding home on board the shuttle slouched

And huddled with your knees against the seat

It's the same way that I sit when I ride home on board the shuttle

Slouched and troubled, wishing that you were sitting here next to me

And I'm just not convinced

That this is just coincidence

I've heard at 11:11 you make wishes

I've heard you're superstitious through and through

And if that's true that's something I've been doing too

Wishing at 11:12 tomorrow I'll be lying next to you

And I'm just not convinced

That this is just coincidence

And my gut instinct tells me there may be something more to this