Wrong in the right ways
We make a fine match
You bend when I break
You fall and I'll catch 
We're too young to resign
And too old to align

Masters of mistakes 
The best of the batch 
You locked the front gate
And I broke the latch
We're too young to define 
And too old to deny 

But we are ripe for it
Right for this
We had both set our sights on it
Love is righteous 
And rivaled 
And rightfully
Ours

Soft to the touch
But split at the seams
Wake up with angels
Lie down with the beast
We're too wise to let fly
And foolish not to try

The labor is loaded 
The joy is supreme
Dead weight and lightweight
And space in between
See, the answer lies
With no questions why

'Cause we are ripe for it
Right for this 
We had both set our sights on it
Love is righteous 
And rivaled 
And rightfully
Ours

Rightfully ours
Rightfully ours
Rightfully ours
And it's rightfully ours