All Wrong.

Hold on, maybe you've got it wrong,
Baby maybe you've got it all wrong
Got me wrong, done me wrong
Pulling me six ways from Sunday,
Never think, never do, never sting again
Guilt and shame and open eyes, wide and shut and rolling
Maybe you've never called me baby, I've chased you long and hard
Far and wide, up and down
Can you save me, temptress?
Can you save my soul, before it's too far gone, before
Nothing can be done.
If you win, have I really lost? Am I really too far gone?

Sing to me.
Tell me a sweet story about a boy and a girl and how he left
Her bleeding, broken and hardly whole
Sing me to sweet sleep, steel violin
Stealing me, stealing what wasn't ever really mine
Who can claim what's thrown away?
One man's trash, another's tarnished treasure?
Kept in a dusty box, shown off as a Sultan's jewel or a pickled punk.
There's a bitter taste in my mouth, why so sour?
You've got the solution, the fix, my medicine.
But you've got me wrong, I'm bigger than that.
Little beggar, but I'm better than that.
Bittersweet ending, play my heart's strings all you want, but I'm not
Yours.
I'm not.
You've got me wrong.