i look at him
sitting on the bed across from me
i open my heart
i tell him

i'm only nineteen
and i already feel my life has passed me by
i've done all the right things
done what i'm supposed to do
i just want to be wrong
i just want to feel
and i don't know
if he truly knows
just what i'm saying
just what i feel

i just want to be wrong
that's what i've always wanted
the nights i sit alone
the nights i've wanted him
the nights i've cried myself to sleep
i've still been doin what's right
just dying to be wrong