Trust my gut and belly flop.
Call the coward just to talk,
Though it’s never worth the cost
to dance on glass with my shoes off.
Something rotting in my brain
tells me, do it anyway.
And do not fear the long decay
and don’t ask God if it’s okay.
Let me be wrong,
Ride love ‘til the wheels fall off—
Bright but delusional, I’m
loud at a funeral.
Let me get lost.
The hard way’s the way I want.
And I’ve been good too long.
Let me be wrong.
Free my tongue, go rogue and mean
like those girls at seventeen.
They got glass ceilings and rings—
Fuck!
Those girls got everything.
Something twisted in my chest
says I’m good but not the best.
When I was young, that knocked me out,
But nothing really shakes me now.
Let me be wrong,
Ride love ‘til the wheels fall off—
Bright but delusional, I’m
loud at a funeral.
Let me get lost.
The hard way’s the way I want.
And I’ve been good too long.
Let me be wrong.
Let me be wrong.
Let me be wrong,
Ride love ‘til the wheels fall off—Bright but delusional, I’m
loud at a funeral.
Let me get lost.
The hard way’s the way I want.
And I’ve been good too long.
Let me be wrong