I'm gonna make a mistake
I'm gonna do it on purpose
I'm gonna waste my time
'Cause I'm full as a tick
And I'm scratching at the surface
And what I find is mine
And when the day is done, and I look back
And the fact is I had fun, fumbling around
All the advice I shunned, and I ran
Where they told me not to run, but I sure had fun
So I'm gonna fuck it up again
I'm gonna do another detour
Unpave my path
And if you want to make sense
Whatcha looking at me for
I'm no good at math
And when I find my way back
The fact is I just may stay, or I may not
I've acquired quite a taste
For a well-made mistake
I want to mistake, why can't I make a mistake?
I'm always doing what I think I should
Almost always doing everybody good
Why?
Do I want to do right?
Of course!
But do I really want to feel I'm forced to answer you?
Hell, no!
I've acquired quite a taste
For a well-made mistake
I want to make a mistake, why can't I make a mistake?
I'm always doing what I think I should
Almost always doing everybody good
Why?