It's Okay to be Wrong
There’s something always moving in the corners of my eyes shadows in every room and it’s already too loud in here
I stand in this kitchen, all alone yet there’s all kinds of voices all having conversations I’m not wanted in
Even my mind likes to exclude me from it’s very best fantasies Maybe it’s me Maybe I’m the reason everything has all gone to hell
I tell myself that I’m wrong again and again and again because I don’t want to feed my ego anymore I am wrong about everything I claim to be an expert on I just know how to charm you into believing me
It’s how I somehow continue to feed my body is melting in the heat of the sun Let me crush being a puddle
and I’ll be back when this is all over in this human form
Better things have tried to take me out including myself, so I want t every option and I weighed them out
And instead of dying in the quiet early morning I find myself in bed with a hand gun nobody knows I have this but if they did, it’d be a race against time to get
Keeping Telling myself I’m wrong
