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)