Wrong

Did you soil the sheets where your conscience sleeps?
 There's a half-gallon of bleach beneath the kitchen pipes
 Let's keep this brief, I was about to leave and
 I didn't really want you to come by
 You can call it healing, but I just stopped from feeling
 The parts of you I knew would never feel right
 And you don't need healing, if you never really cared
 I still don't care, it's whatever, you were right
 I've got faith in failure I was bound to get what I expected
 I gave it up upfront to keep my pride
 And I've been slowly inching up my back to this brick wall Because I know it's not thick enough to
 Keep you behind
 If it was a movie
 They would get the ending right
 And cleverly leave out all of the rest of our lives
 It would zoom out:
 Chain smoking blunts up in our house
 With junk food in our mouths, the kind of sleepless dreams that mark our evenings
 Maybe I just missed it, I've been doing this forever
 And still everywhere I go is somewhere I don't belong
 But, maybe that's just how it is
 That moving on means blending in
 And maybe now it's fair to say that I had it all wrong
 Yeah, I was wrong
 Yeah, I was wrong
 About everything
 I was wrong
 About everything