Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now

'Cause after all the partying, the smashin' and crashin'
And all the glips 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 starin' at that phone in your lap
And you hopin' but he might never call you back