I want to be the shooting star, I want to be the astronaut, I want to be the
poster boy hanging on your wall. And when you look at me will you remember all,
all of the songs I sang before we fell out of love? And when you think of all,
all of the boys you knew, am I the only one who made you cry? Or is it a part
of you that you can't figure out, why nobody seemed to treat you right? Is it a
crime I want to be the reason why you wish you never said goodbye? and I want
to die, I want to die, I want to die in your arms. Back in my old bedroom when
I would hold you, I never thought about right and wrong. The only thing I knew
was I was in love with you and we'd be right back here before long.