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

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(About everything)

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