Oct 06, 2006 01:07
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,
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 wanna make sense,
what ya 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 wanna 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 wanna do right? of course, but...
do i really wanna feel i'm forced to?
answer you, hell no.
i've aquired quite a taste for a well made mistake.
i wanna 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?