Wrong (Acoustic)

Did you soil the sheets where your conscience sleeps?
There is 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
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
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
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