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The Wrong Direction
When I was a kid the things I did were hidden under the grid Young and naive, I never believed that love could be so well hid With regret I'm willing to bet they say the older you get It gets harder to forgive and harder to forget It gets under your shirt like a dagger at work The first cut is the deepest but the rest still flippin' hurt You build your heart of plastic, you're cynical and sarcastic And you end up in the corner on your own * 'Cos I'd love to feel love, but I can't stand the rejection I hide behind my jokes as a form of protection I thought I was close, but under further inspection It seems I've been running, in the wrong direction, oh no What's the point in getting your hopes up, when all you're ever getting is choked up? When you're coked up, and can't remember the reason why you broke up You'll call her in the morning when you're coming down and falling Like an old man on the side of the road When you're apart, you don't wanna mingle When you're together you wanna be single Ever the chase to taste the kiss of bliss that made your heart tingle How much greener the grass is Through those rose tinted glasses And the butterflies that flutter by and leave us on our arses