If you wanna make sense, what you lookig 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.
(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?
