Jump the Gun

I was wrong I admit it
 I pointed the finger at you
 In the moment I did it
 That's when I knew you'd be on the run
 Maybe I jumped the gun (just a little)
 Maybe I jumped the gun (just a little)
 Maybe I jumped the gun (just a little)
 I jumped the gun
 Between what's fact and what's opinion
 And what's distorted my view
 With my eyes blindly opened
 I tried to search for the clues
 And it was like staring into the sun
 Maybe I jumped the gun (just a little)
 Maybe I jumped the gun (just a little)
 Maybe I jumped the gun (just a little)
 I jumped the gun
 I throw up my hands can't understand
 Why you're angry and so bitter
 The same lips that seal my fate
 Holds the answer to the riddle
 Jury's about to deliberate and I'm ready to face the fiddle
 I'd be glad just knowing that you could meet me in the middle
 I was wrong I admit it
 I pointed the finger at you
 In the moment I did it
 That's when I knew you'd be on the run
 Maybe I jumped the gun (just a little)
 Maybe I jumped the gun (just a little)
 Maybe I jumped the gun (just a little)
 I jumped the gun
 Maybe I jumped the gun (just a little)
 Maybe I jumped the gun (just a little)
 Maybe I jumped the gun (just a little)
 I jumped the gun