What’s wrong with me? I haven’t been myself lately. When all the stars fall down, I don’t stop, I let them blind me. I’m always longing for the short end of the stick and I’m always falling for the same kind of bitch. It’s over but I’m not over us. I’m sick of holding onto everything that ruins me but I can never let it go. And I’m tired of living alone. And this is me telling you this is your last chance to kiss me: 4 times, 5 times, 8 times. What’s wrong with me? I haven’t kissed your mouth lately. When all my fears break out, I don’t stop, I let them find me. When’s the day when I won’t aim so high? Wednesday I’ll be able to say goodbye. When’s the day when I can touch your sky? It’s over.