Why am I such a God damn 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'd 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 When it fell through the cracks It felt like it would end me again Oh, if shooting stars could make me wake up in better states I'd 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