Did you soil the sheets where your conscience sleeps?
There's a half-gallon of bleach beneath the kitchen pipes
Let's keep this brief, I was about to leave
And I didn't really want you to come by

You can call it healing, but I just stopped from feeling
The parts of you I knew would never feel right
And you don't need healing, if you never really cared
I still don't care, it's whatever, you were right

'Cause I've got faith in failure, I was bound to get what I expected
I gave it up upfront to keep my pride
And I've been slowly inching up my back to this brick wall
'Cause I know it's not thick enough to keep you behind

If it was a movie, they would get the ending right
And cleverly leave out all of the rest of our lives
And it would zoom out: Chain-smoking blunts up in our house
With junk food in our mouths, the kind of sleepless dreams that mark our evenings

Maybe I just missed it, I've been doing this forever
And still, everywhere I go is somewhere I don't belong
But maybe that's just how it is, moving on means blending in
And maybe now it's fair to say that I had it all wrong
Yeah, I was wrong
Yeah, I was wrong
About everything
I was wrong
I was wrong
About everything
I was wrong
About, about, about

(Yeah, I was wrong)
(About everything)
(I was wrong)
(I was wrong)
(About everything)
(I was wrong)
(I was wrong)
(About everything)
(I was wrong)
(I was wrong)
(About everything)
(I was wrong)
(About, about, about)