I'll lose my mind in this room
Folding clothes and packing boxes
When I'm closer to you
Will I have to sell my soul for it
Or will be there
To pick me up when I'm down
When you're back around
I guess we'll just have to see
He looked up and saw a falling star, thinking to my self I say, what could he have wished for if it weren't me but when I asked he said I was wrong
Don't you think you're taking this a bit too far, I could've sworn when I looked up it's there, and then it's gone, but when the world is over we'll both be happy I swear
Lost but not forgotten, a clock that hardly functions I know that you think you've done it, but you're so wrong, so so long