The Wrong Thing

I want the sky,

you fucker

and I want the 

fucking moon

As you present to me 

the ocean, 

I think I might 

hate you

You're sorry

for the wrong thing

again

You're sorry 

for the wrong thing 

again

You tell me you 

want to change plans

for me

while I stand in the road 

and scream

it's not for me

if I wanted it

start hearing what I say

not what you think

I mean

You're sorry

for the wrong thing

You're sorry 

for the wrong thing 

Crying alone 

on the bathroom floor

you say you thought

I wanted space

when what I asked for 

was a kiss

nothing big 

and nothing grand

but something 

more than this

Stop hearing what you 

think I said 

and start listening 

to what I did

You tell me 

I don't know 

what I want 

while I scream it 

to the void 

it's not my fault 

you can't hear 

what's beyond

your own noise

fuck it 

happened

again

You're sorry 

for the wrong thing

and you're still 

sorry 

for the 

wrong 

thing 

maybe, maybe

maybe, maybe

you just don't really 

want me

no no no

you want a girl

who wants the ocean

who gives up on her dreams 

who whispers what you 

want to hear 

and stops fucking 

screaming 

so why, lover

are you hear with

me

you're still sorry

for the wrong thing

you're still sorry

for the wrong thing 

please, please, please 

wake up and see

see that it's me

it's still me

I'm sorry 

for the wrong 

thing

I'm sorry 

for the wrong 

thing