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 How could I not forget?