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 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 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