My, what a sight you are
You look like you've come apart
You push and the walls come down
Now, you're caught between the walls and the ground
You turn and face me
But you could not face your own pain
Calling you wrong
Calling you out, calling you gone
You clean yourself up very well
So that it's hard to tell
A bomb went off in your soul
And even that wouldn't fill the hole
And you turn and face me
But you could not face your own pain
Calling you wrong
Calling you out, calling you gone
Babe, calling you wrong
Calling you out, calling you gone
Babe, calling you wrong
Calling you out, calling you gone
Babe, calling you wrong
Calling you out, calling you gone
You turn and face me
But you could not face your own pain
Calling you wrong
Calling you out calling you gone
Babe, calling you wrong
Calling you out, calling you gone, yeah
