Peeling paint on closing doors
The echoing sound of late night calls
The memories are coming back
Of things that I’ve done wrong
I’m sorry for the freedoms that I’ve taken
The boundaries that I keep on breaking
I’m still still trying but I’ve lost count
Of things that I’ve done wrong
Always runnin’ runnin’ wild crashing into walls
We’re running so fast I always know but you’re never sure
All I’ve got is this love
It might not be enough
It’s full of mistakes
Full of regrets
It’s limitless
Underneath my careless ways
Deep inside the truth remains
All covered up in thoughtlessness
The things that I’ve done wrong
I recognized my foolish self
In the things that I’ve done wrong