All my young life, I’ve been trying to say just one thing right. Now we’ve come to the day. You’re here in my arms, I don’t know what to say.
I believe I was wrong, probably most of my life. Or I’m just hearing it wrong. I’m just watching the fire-light.
I see the look in your eyes, “Am I trying too hard? Am I doing this right?” So I fall down to my knees. I’m not easy to sooth; I’m never easy to please.
I believe I was wrong, probably most of my life. Or I’m just hearing it wrong. I’m just watching the fire-light. And I don’t care if it’s right. I know your friends are opposed. But we’ve still got tonight. We’ll just keep our eyes closed.
This was the first song I wrote for Dope Machines. I wrote it in a very specific situation with a very specific person in mind. I guess I see it as an Ode to Insecurity, though I think the speaker conflates his doubts with his rejection of social mores. Meaning: he chooses to be wrong. He doesn’t care about the values others may want to impose upon him. He makes his own sense of the world, fully aware that it is based upon partial/biased/incorrect information and he’s fine with that, since he’s wrestled with that damaged information and come to an honest conclusion: “I don’t care if we’re ‘WRONG.’ We’re staying here together, eyes closed in our ignorant, blissful embrace.” To put it bluntly: “Fuck ‘em. I choose you.”