Wrong Things

Bright lights won’t let me go to sleep
Dazing off in a hazy memory

Something about the way I feel has got me paralyzed
I'm feeling the tides are shifting
I don’t wanna realize

You probably hate me now but that’s alright
Sobering up to keep between the lines
I can’t feel my face anymore
Passing out on your front porch
Feels like I’ve been here before
I wrote the book and played out every scene
I’ve been doing wrong things

That perfect life was out of reach
It’s like, I take steps to better myself then it's all thrown back at me
I've been a mess I know enough to know you're leaving
Baby you’re blind you don’t think
That you could see yourself in me

You probably hate me now but that’s alright
Sobering up to keep between the lines
I can’t feel my face anymore
Passing out on your front porch
Feels like I’ve been here before
I wrote the book and played out every scene
I’ve been doing wrong things
I’ve been doing wrong things

I'm screaming from the other side of paradise
I'm wasted in the yard I can’t find my pride
It's cold outside
It's cold outside

You probably hate me now but that’s alright
Sobering up to keep between the lines
I can’t feel my face anymore
Passing out on your front porch
Feels like I’ve been here before
I wrote the book and played out every scene
I’ve been doing wrong things
Yeah I’ve been doing wrong things