There's a shooting star   Can you tell me   How I'm supposed to screw this up?   Add my tremolo   Likes to shine on yours and mine   All my emptiness   Is confined in metric rhyme   Make all your lies come true   I've been a liar too   Follow the things you need   Make your whole life complete      There's a puking girl trying   There's a puking girl trying   To defend herself   If spontaneously congealed into nothing      Idiot, you could have become you   There's a friend   Trapped in this dream, too      It's like I said before   Like in the notes you tore   Laying there on the floor   Until you knock the door   What did you hope to find?   Leaving it all behind      Should I say goodnight to you?   Really I tender feel for sin   Tell me honestly, am I adorable?      In her beautiful balloon   She's got hands   But she cannot reach the moon   Wish I was gay   Then I wouldn't have to play   All her games   Get her started