There's a shooting star
Can you tell me
How I'm supposed to [bad word] this up?
Add my tremolo
Likes to shine on yours and mine
All my emptiness
Is confined in metric rhyme
Make all your [bad word] [bad word] I've been a liar too
Follow the things you need
Make your whole [bad word] 
There's a puking girl trying
There's a puking girl trying
To defend herself
If spontaneously congealed into nothing

Idiot, you could have [bad word] 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 [bad word] Then I wouldn't have to play
All her games
Get her started
How could I not forget?