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?
