Hey, I hope you all die young
And find a way
Make it up as you go
Make it up as I go
Your life was written long ago
Into the palm of the hand you used to hold
In the hand I used to hold
I always pick the wrong way
It feels right, the way to go
I always pick the wrong way
It feels right, the way to go
I always pick the wrong way
It feels right, the way to go
I always pick the wrong way
Always pick the wrong way
I always pick the wrong way
I always pick the wrong way
