Lyrics

[Verse 1] Last night I went to see a hypnotist Asked her to teach me not to dream I've got too much I think about An overdrawn account of people I've been too afraid to need She said, "I'm no history revisionist And there's some things I can't undo You've got a tiny splinter on the tip of your finger It demands all the attention in the room" [Chorus] I wish I could sleep on planes And that my father would really love me He'd show up on my wedding day And tell my family they're all so lucky He'd tell me how he wish he'd stayed And that he never meant to disappoint me But 'til then I'll exist as the optimist [Verse 2] I was an emotional architectWho knew your dimensions more than youI learned which way you turned your backTo let go of eye contactAnd which bottles made you feel most immune [Chorus] I wish I could sleep on planes And that my father would really love me I wouldn't have to feel such shame Around how often and how deep it cuts me He'd call me almost every day "How's the weather? Are you eating, honey?" But 'til then I'll exist as the optimist [Post-Chorus] (Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm) (Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm) (Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm) (Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm) [Bridge] I know a dirty little magic trickTo disappear and disconnectMaybe I learned it from the bestThank you, I guessYeah, if you saw it I bet I'd earn your respect [Chorus] I wish I could sleep on planes And that my father would really love me It wouldn't take his dying daySome sort of signature that he needs from me My door is open just in case You don't even have to say you're sorry I already forgive you for all of it But it's hard to exist as the optimist