Why don't you pick up the pace, I am running again from the place that I found myself in

I am one and the same but you notice a change, I can look you dead into your face

Fronting up more front on, you said that this was all wrong, but I am listening to what you can't hear

There's conversations up there, I'm breathing in my own air and it used to be so hard

I want to be wrong

I want to prove you wrong

I can make things right

But not all of the time

I saw a glimpse of my face in the mirror today, and I think that I'd be happy how

How the light hits me now and how my shoulders are out, and when our shadow stretches on and on

I want to be wrong

I want to prove you wrong

I can make things right

But not all of the time

I want to be wrong

I want to prove you wrong

I want to feel alright

But not all of the time

Not all of the time