I get lonesome sometimes
if all signs lead to you
I want you to be my mistake—
When the alcohol pumps through my veins.

If the air doesnt feel the same
and everything reminds me of you,
then be my mistake,
even if all signs say no—
I will say yes—

Even if all roads leave to a dead end,
if you dont let me in—
then right outside ill stay.

I would let you be my mistake.
even if goodbye is all we have.