Wrong

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 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 Because 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 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 That 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 About everything