Wrong - Microwave

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