Wrong side up

How I like to be

In my comfortable highchair of agony

And from here things are looking pretty fucked up.

Wrong side up.



Buried in here somewhere is the reason

Maybe I don't care enough to find it

Just to appease you would be wrong

Just to write another song

Forgive this hole that is my heart that's had enough 

Wrong side up



If you were not, would I still be?



Now inside the ground a victim of this age

A little bit of nothing goes a long way.

Maybe I'll find what's right now that I'm

Wrong side up.