Airplanes

I could use a dream or genie or a wish to 
go back to a place much simpler than this
Cause after all the partyin' and smashin' and crashin'
All the glitz and the glam and the fashion
And all the pandemonium and all the madness
There comes a time where you fade to the blackness
And when you;re staring at that phone in your lap
And hoping but they never call you back
But that's just how the story unfolds
You get another hand soon after you fold
And when your plan unravel
And they sayin' what would you wish for
If you had one chance
...
Can we pretend that airplanes 
In the night sky 
are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now.