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