My, what a sight you are
You look like you've come apart
You push and the walls come down
Now, you're caught between the walls and the groundYou turn and face me
But you could not face your own painCalling you wrong
Calling you out, calling you goneYou clean yourself up very well
So that it's hard to tell
A bomb went off in your soul
And even that wouldn't fill the holeAnd you turn and face me
But you could not face your own painCalling you wrong
Calling you out, calling you gone
Babe, calling you wrong
Calling you out, calling you goneBabe, calling you wrong
Calling you out, calling you gone
Babe, calling you wrong
Calling you out, calling you goneYou turn and face me
But you could not face your own painCalling you wrong
Calling you out calling you gone
Babe, calling you wrong
Calling you out, calling you gone, yeah