Tell me, tell me I was wrong
I was wrong, I was wrong
Tell me, tell me I was wrong
I was wrong, I was wrong
Well how many letter,
And how many breakfasts
How many “I need you”s did we since spend and plead?
What passion and error
My compulsion to claim
An earmark of weakness I mistook for nobility
How clumsy are missteps
Misspoken lies
Botched cubes, tilted entries, forced timing
How graceless I seem, how cross you must be
But those phone calls started to feel like drowning
Like drowning in danger and despair
I felt numb, guarded and confused
But that's weak at best
So tell me, yeah, and tell me I was wrong
Alright
Well how many robbers, pickpockets thieves
How many burglars would I commission
To steal back what we did?
How many archers, ninjas and pirates
How many fencers would I order
To puncture all I felt?
So banish my affection
Drag me to the forest
Let loud speakers bleat, “I'm a faker”
And you will never, ever kiss me again
