Am I wrong to be thinking it

Was it all me from the start

Never expected to be feeling this

In your arms

Am I wrong to be thinking it

This shooting pain in my arm

Are we just wrong to be condemning it

In our hearts

Never had thought it'd be easy

Never had thought it'd be simple

Falling apart into pieces

This is not what we want

Am I wrong to be thinking it

Has it all gone too far

Are we just wrong to be believing it

In our hearts

Never had thought it'd be easy

Never had thought it'd be simple

Falling apart into pieces

This is not what we want

We are the bullet from the gun

Lift off the ceiling and we'll run

And we'll run

We are the bullet from the gun

Lift off the ceiling and we'll run

And we'll run

Never had thought it'd be easy

Never had thought it'd be simple

Falling apart into pieces

This is not what we want

We are the bullet from the gun

Lift off the ceiling and we'll run

And we'll run

We are the bullet from the gun

Lift off the ceiling and we'll run

And we'll run