aim to be strong 

fiddle with an arrow 

the shot is too long 

precision is not in my marrow 

what's wrong 

with me contentedly singing my own song 

but not heard the music 



the writings' on the wall 

but i took the scenic route 

and i can't call 

the number's in the pocket of my jeans 

through it all 

talking the talk ,running before i walk 

missing the meaning 



chorus 

plotting the course 

while i'm stuck at the bend 

penchant for rocky terrain and dead ends 

wind myself up just to unravel into a great, 

mountain of when 



should've is a place 

i sometimes frequent 

yet they know my face 

better at i can't 

but if there's a wait 

i will is close by and when stays open late, 

the menu is vast 



chorus 



predicting the loss 

before i begin 

so it don't cut too deep 

when i don't win 

not like it's working 

for this clever lark 

i can recite the story 

behind every scar 

predicting the loss 

before i begin 

so it don't cut too deep 

when i don't win 

i hate it when i'm right 

much rather be wrong 

i'd rather be wrong 



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