I tried to wash you off like a Sunday morning Of mowing lawns and weeding gardens Bleeding from the thorns that are growing here I tried to write you off when I heard you coming Like a burning car, like I went running The only way I knew was very far You wanna say I'm wrong It's not like you so I must be wrong So if you wanna say I'm wrong You get to be in a song Aren't you special? I feel like a TV set, static glitching Volume up and screen projecting Making sure I'm light years away You threw me off, didn't see you coming So I shut off, and began re-numbing All the parts of me you tried to break You wanna say I'm wrong It's not like you so I must be wrong If you wanna say I'm wrong You get to be in a song Aren't you special? If you wanna say I'm wrong You get to be in a song Aren't you special?