A Mistake

I'm gonna make a mistake

I'm gonna do it on purpose

I'm gonna waste my time

'Cause I'm full as a tick

And I'm scratching at the surface

And what I find is mine

And when the day is done, and I look back

And the fact is I had fun, fumbling around

All the advice I shunned, and I ran

Where they told me not to run, but I sure had fun

So I'm gonna fuck it up again

I'm gonna do another detour

Unpave my path

And if you want to make sense

Whatcha looking at me for

I'm no good at math

And when I find my way back

The fact is I just may stay, or I may not

I've acquired quite a taste

For a well-made mistake

I want to make a mistake, why can't I make a mistake?

I'm always doing what I think I should

Almost always doing everybody good

Why?

Do I want to do right?

Of course!

But do I really want to feel I'm forced to answer you?

Hell, no!

I've acquired quite a taste

For a well-made mistake

I want to make a mistake, why can't I make a mistake?

I'm always doing what I think I should

Almost always doing everybody good

Why?