shooting stars

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
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 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