I’m gonna make a mistake. I’m gonna do it on purpose. I’m gonna waste my time. Cuz 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 wanna 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 wanna 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 wanna do right of course but. Do I really wanna feel I’m forced to. Answer you hell no. I’ve acquired quite a taste. For a well-made mistake I wanna. 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.