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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