If I ever feel better... by Phoenix

I wish I were younger, I wish you'd never left, I wish I was not wishing

Once I let you go, I realized the mistake I just had made; however it was too late, you don't answer any message, don't pick up the phone, don't even listen when I shout your name.
The next step was trying hard to reach the unreachable, to mix lemons and oranges, having such a failure that I was amazed (and I don't even like lemons), that effort took again all my strength and longer that a season, then here I am: weak and confused.
Final step, not trying to reach you, instead contemplating. But the big mistake came along my lack of patience, I touched the light and it burned my skin and blinded my hope.
Handle this affair or not, it burned before the brightest light.

When it's all over I'll let you know... Well, damn it, you don't answer the call!