11:11 - Tyler Rich

Black coffee from a Texaco

A lotto ticket 'cause you never know

Another up-all-night, moving slow

It’s 11am but I’m good to go

Black leather buckets, yeah the seats get hot

Window down, wind just coolin' it off

No it ain’t the red light making me stop

It’s four ones on a dashboard clock

It’s 11:11 and I can’t help make a wish

I wish you wouldn’t have left

No, not the way that you did

Why the hell did I say things that I didn’t mean

Why didn’t I say you were everything, everything

11:11, I hope it’s there on your phone

I hope you’re thinking of me

And you hate being alone, like I do

I hope you miss me like I miss you

It’s 11:11

It’s 12, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Then it’s 2-for-1s with the guys

The sun sets and the white stars start to rise

It’s gonna be a good, good night

Then it’s 10 o’clock and we all pay

We all go our own separate ways

I turn the key, a little bit dazed

But right there on the microwave

It’s 11:11 and I can’t help make a wish

I wish you wouldn’t have left

No, not the way that you did

Why the hell did I say things that I didn’t mean

Why didn’t I say you were everything, everything

11:11, I hope it’s there on your phone

I hope you’re thinking of me

And you hate being alone, like I do

I hope you miss me like I miss you

It’s 11:11

It’s 11:11

Yeah it’s 11:11

It’s 11:11 and I can’t help make a wish

I wish you wouldn’t have left

No, not the way that you did

It’s 11:11 and I can’t help make a wish

I wish you wouldn’t have left, not the way that you did

Why the hell did I say things that I didn’t mean

Why didn’t I say you were everything, everything

11:11, I hope it’s there on your phone

I hope you’re thinking of me

And you hate being alone like I do

I hope you miss me like I miss you

It’s 11:11

Yeah it’s 11:11

Oh it’s 11:11

Yeah and I miss you