You say that it's wrong – you're tired of me leavin.
You're tired of my late nights, drunk fights and mornings without a sound.
You got one thing right – I've stopped believing.
And it makes no sense at all for me to stick around.
Because wrong is what I do best.
If I'm not good enough for you – I've got one choice left.
I try to do what's right, but I end up wrong and I'm tired of failing all your tests
Because wrong is what I do best.
Now I was good to you (and I never cheated) –
I loved you all the way, I never strayed, I gave you all that you were needin
I did what's right – and that's got me thinkin
If what is right is always wrong, then why ain't I leavin?
Because wrong is what I do best.
If I'm not good enough for you – I've got one choice left.
I try to do what's right, but I end up wrong and I'm tired of failing all your tests
Because wrong is what I do best.
Because wrong is what I do best.