Itīs just like you to contest
you wear it like a label on your breast
donīt you see what this takes of me?
A certain callousness complies
with your charm & in your pride
a hopeful look draped in despise.
I want to give you
whatever you need.
What is it you need?
Is it what I need?
I want to give you
whatever you need.
What is it you need?
Is it within me?
Itīs hard to explain how I am getting by
on so little from you.
Itīs hard to believe that I would let myself
get so wrapped into you.
Thereīs got to be something that would
be worthwhile for me to give to you.
We need a connection but you
seem to push me far away from you.
From you, from you
The harder I push the further I fall.
Well you donīt mind me being headstrong.
But you donīt want to sing along.
Maybe itīs trite but I can always be wrong
Try not to be wrong.
Be wrong, be wrong
Try not to be
Try not to be
Try not to be
Try not to be wrong
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