I treat this sore with a bottle of booze
I run a six mile jog with my walkman on
Smoke myself to a place of distress
Count the sixteen ways that my life went wrong
This way my daily self-help routine
Until you walked into my life, like a siren call
Woke me up from my dream of a nap
You found me there hunched over in a bathroom stall
Looking for love in all the wrong places
Looking for love, I was wrong
I was looking for love in all the wrong places
Looking for love, I was wrong
I was wrong.
I have this God who was slightly concerned
The day I took that bus, just to get away
From my friends and family
Anyone who cared about the schism in the prism of my dying day
Looking for love in all the wrong places
Looking for love, I was wrong
I was searching for love in all the wrong spaces
Searching for love, I was wrong
I was wrong.
All the time I looked for you
All the time I looked for you
Looking for love in all the wrong places
Looking for love, I was wrong
I was looking for love in all the wrong places
Looking for love, I was wrong
I was wrong.