This is getting desperate, and we haven't seen the worst of it It was going to be heaven, but pressure cracks from the weight And the fog is rolling in, it's hiding all the reasons That we've given ourselves to be so Wrong, wrong, wrong And by the way, I can't tune out the voices, and I'm running low on choices, and When I open my eyes again It's a break down or break away I'm only telling you because I know you won't get it wrong Wrong, wrong, wrong And I can't afford therapy, and I don't expect your sympathy I'm not trying to make you feel bad for me But the truth is, I'm barely hanging on I'm only telling you because I know that you won't get it wrong Wrong, wrong, wrong Nobody knows, not a single person knows Not another human knows How far it goes, or just how to get back It's not OK, feeling let down in every way And I don't know how else to say it Wrong, wrong, wrong And by the way, I can't tune out the voices, and I'm running low on choices, and When I open my eyes again It's a break down or break away I'm only telling you because I know you won't get it wrong Wrong, wrong, wrong