You'll make the scene like you always do
Goin' up stream down the ave to fuck some
Trophy boy that you won tonight at the bar
So bad, so far
You'll make him sad, shooting star
When it was me
I was momentarily proud
I'm drunk on dreams now I'm glad
I didn't say out loud
You said you'd be for real but
I don't think that you are
So bad, so far
You make me sad, shooting star
You distant cold, a sight to behold
Everybody just sighs
Nobody gets on
With you very long, cause you don't feel bad when you lie
I'm going to sleep now
Back to first square one
Square two will be where I can deal with the shit you've just done
It won't be soon
To say the least it's gonna be hard
So bad, so far
Your love is sad, shooting star
Your love is sad, shooting star

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Steven Paul Smith