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