All Wrong
Moises Clemente
Hey, mom
I packed all my stuff
I'm coming back home
Tried to call you twice
Hope it's your phone
Been away from home
For way too long
Without you it feels
Like I'm alone
Tryna chase my dreams
Tryna stay strong
But I'm losing grip
Feeling all wrong
Broke up with my girl
I'm feeling all wrong
I'm all wrong
It's been a while since we spoken
Walked away and left me broken
Can you please do me this favor
I'll be at the airport later
Heard your new man writes you letters
Heard without me you feel better
Probably with him right now snoozing
Guess I'm always fucking losing
