It's hell This place that I'm in We took a couple shots And started to sink And now I can't tell Whether she's open So many words Within her body no No motion We were stuck together But nothing remains to be Still I seek it ever 'Cause on my own I can't be free When you're wrong with me It's hell This place that I'm in See I could've stopped I started to drift And now I'm not well And I guess we're over So many words A paradise lost And I guess I I owe it I owe it I owe it A synthesis I require To be free What's this life What's this life If you're still wrong with me Wrong with me Indecision It marks your vision of The past week What's this life What's this life If I'm not with you If I'm wrong If I'm wrong