Shooting Stars

Why am I such a goddamn fool
Every time I see your name light up my phone I need to puke
But I can’t get back to you, I'm not too well

Writing stories in my bed
Of all the ways I wish that my life would just end or play instead
But I can’t go back
I'm sorry you cared

Well, maybe I wasn’t meant to feel that high
Rather I am at a loss thinking I could be alright
But I still miss you dear
And I would trade it all

If shooting stars could make me wake up in better states
I sell my soul to the first one to claim a comet came
My heart is beating like soldiers marching to darker days
And I can’t seem to get by

I wasn’t meant to get this far I guess
But when it fell through the cracks
It felt like would end me again

If shooting stars could make me wake up in better states
I sell my soul to the first one to claim a comet came
My heart is beating like soldiers marching to darker days
And I can’t seem to get by