Wishing Well

Been gone a long time
I kind of lost my way can't find it
And I caught a short ride
To the grave and back this season
I can try to get by, but every time I start to panic
I'm a little bit shy, a bit strange, and a little bit manic

I went to a wishing well
And sank to the ocean floor
Cut on the sharpened rocks
And washed up along the shore

I reached for a shooting star
It burned a hole through my hand
It made its way through my heart
Have fun in the promise land

On the narrowing line, what a way to sort my troubles
And a very short time, gotta pop better duck and cover
Can you figure me out?
I got caught like a little kid stealing
Didn't say it too loud, a bit hard or a little misleading