All that’s been wrong

Don’t think too much, you said

While I sat on my regrets

Crawling in despair

’Cause nothing here is fair

Don’t expect too much, I realize

Every time it’s a waste

And if you pick all the crumbles

You’re still so empty

Faces in the dark are facing

The night can’t help it

It’s always infected

By all that’s been wrong

Cupping that feeling at the fall

You might try to steal it

Might try to complete it

By all that’s been wrong