Songtext von Dead Wrong

Come home, I'll be better before you wake I'm off the same shit that we used to take Dead wrong, how could I have got it so wrong? Come home, I'll get better, get better I'll get better It's like feeling low became my guilty pleasure You took the gun from me and now it's drastic measures And I heard you call my name but there was nothing Is it too late? I'm finding pieces of your hair You left your jacket on the stairs I can't bring myself to move it 'Cause I'm fine to disappoint myself But I hate to let you down as well Now I'm trying not to lose it No Come home, I'll be better before you wake I'm off the same shit that we used to take Dead wrong, how could I have got it so wrong? Come home, I'll get better, get better I'll be better before you wake I'm off the same shit that we used to take Dead wrong, how could I get it so wrong? Come home, I'll get better, get better