The Wrong Way

I paint my face on a wall in your bedroom I will say anything if it would make you happy I'm tripping acid while you're tripping mushrooms I'm falling through the floors and walking on the ceiling I paint my face on a wall in your bedroom I'm stabbing at the thoughts only to see what's bleeding I'm tripping acid and you're tripping mushrooms The walls are black and moving, but you tell them I'm happy And we both know where this is going to lead to Yeah, we both know where this is going to lead to I'd fight your boyfriend if you thought I had to 'Cause we both know where this is going to lead to Wrote you poems inspired by true love I would say anything if it would make you happy I'd sing you songs until you said enough I'm falling through the floors, and walking on the ceiling I'd fight your boyfriend; I would try to be tough I'm stabbing at the thoughts only to see what’s bleeding And I'd sing you songs until you said enough The walls are black; they’re moving in But you can tell them I'm happy And we both know where this is going to lead to Yeah, we both know where this is going to lead to I'd fight your boyfriend if you thought I had to 'Cause we both know where this is going to lead to And we both know where this is going to lead to Yeah, we both know where this is going to lead to I'd fight your boyfriend if you thought I had to Yeah, we both know where this is going to lead to (We both know where this is going to lead to) (We both know where this is going to lead to)