well i guess it's where i'm running from
a state of mind where i don't have to climb no higher
i just look at you and me
there's a lack of shooting stars to see
that used to get the best of me
but i swear you get the best in me
i swear i can't stop thinking 'bout you
it's like i'm stumbling home again
and you're the paper to my pain
and i'm writing all about when we were
there's a lack of shooting stars to see
that used to get the best of me
but i swear you get the best in me
can't think of the words to say
coming in from every angle
blurring all of the lines
there's a lack of shooting stars to see
that you still get the best of me
but i swear you get the best of me