you won't get better 'till you're worse

I wished upon a star last night

dreaming of your return

I needed for you to come back

and wash away my concern

I made sure I spoke clearly

so the star understood my desire

I made sure I was staying true

and that my heart wasn't being a liar

I looked up at the star, in hope

and checking if it was still visible through the rain

turns it wasn't a star at all

it was just another vexatious plane