Ahem

Wrong

If you ever find me

With my skull is smashed to pieces

On the dirty concrete of the parking lot of the convenience store

Just know I've tried my best

To jump at least few inches higher than my head

And that I didn't quit instead

Wrong

And I hope I'm not alone

'cause what's the point of breaking bones and getting blisters

When you won't be home for Christmas?

And I know it all sounds wrong

But what's the point of biting tongues when no one listens?

So here's a list of all my reasons

What if I am

Wrong

I'm not so sure about this

(I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I'm wrong)

Fuck, why's this so damn

Hard

To think of what I'd do

If I wasn't doing this shit

Woah, oh oh, oh oh

Woah, oh oh, oh oh

Woah, oh oh, oh oh

Woah, oh oh, oh oh

Woah, oh oh, oh oh

Woah, oh oh, oh oh

Woah, oh oh, oh oh)

What if I am, what if I am, what if I am

Wrong

I'm not so sure about this

(I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I'm wrong)

Fuck why's this so damn

Hard

To think of what I'd do

If all I do might be utterly, fucked up completely

Wrong

(wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong)

Wrong