Am I wrong to be thinking it
Was it all me from the start
Never expected to be feeling this
In your arms
Am I wrong to be thinking it
This shooting pain in my arm
Are we just wrong to be condemning it
In our hearts
Never had thought it'd be easy
Never had thought it'd be simple
Falling apart into pieces
This is not what we want
Am I wrong to be thinking it
Has it all gone too far
Are we just wrong to be believing it
In our hearts
Never had thought it'd be easy
Never had thought it'd be simple
Falling apart into pieces
This is not what we want
We are the bullet from the gun
Lift off the ceiling and we'll run
And we'll run
We are the bullet from the gun
Lift off the ceiling and we'll run
And we'll run
Never had thought it'd be easy
Never had thought it'd be simple
Falling apart into pieces
This is not what we want
We are the bullet from the gun
Lift off the ceiling and we'll run
And we'll run
We are the bullet from the gun
Lift off the ceiling and we'll run
And we'll run