If I'm to Blame
A pistol in my pocket, a hand on the front of your pants
And you say love only makes me bleed
That bitch wipes your face off, that faggot combs a hair
And you say, "How much romance could you need?"
It's me, baby, it's just me
And if you wanna know the truth
In my hand, the time behind my back
And I'm holdin' out for you
It's Devil in me, so fuckin' full of shit
And you believed it all
Give me another hit, put me to bed
Carry me back home
It's just me, baby, it's me
Do you wanna know the truth?
In my hands, the time behind my back
And I'm holdin' out for you
The time to blame, for carrying a torch
Then let the guilt be mine
Let it break me, let it strangle everything
Let it kill me in time
'Cause it's just me, baby, it's me
And if you wanna know the truth
In my hand, the time behind my back
And I'm holdin' out for you
To tell the truth, and to tell it well
It takes another lie
So you tell that fuck to make it good
That mean you say goodbye
'Cause it's just me, baby, it's me
And if you wanna know the truth
In my hand, the time behind my back
And I'm holdin' out for you
What, what? No, fuck that
Fuckin'... maybe even this
Oh yeah, maybe this, right
She should keep on...
You fucked up this place. You're not, you're not...
'Cause I know you (you're in my head)
Fucking senseless
You bought it
(Stop, stop) stop
And you say love only makes me bleed
That bitch wipes your face off, that faggot combs a hair
And you say, "How much romance could you need?"
It's me, baby, it's just me
And if you wanna know the truth
In my hand, the time behind my back
And I'm holdin' out for you
It's Devil in me, so fuckin' full of shit
And you believed it all
Give me another hit, put me to bed
Carry me back home
It's just me, baby, it's me
Do you wanna know the truth?
In my hands, the time behind my back
And I'm holdin' out for you
The time to blame, for carrying a torch
Then let the guilt be mine
Let it break me, let it strangle everything
Let it kill me in time
'Cause it's just me, baby, it's me
And if you wanna know the truth
In my hand, the time behind my back
And I'm holdin' out for you
To tell the truth, and to tell it well
It takes another lie
So you tell that fuck to make it good
That mean you say goodbye
'Cause it's just me, baby, it's me
And if you wanna know the truth
In my hand, the time behind my back
And I'm holdin' out for you
What, what? No, fuck that
Fuckin'... maybe even this
Oh yeah, maybe this, right
She should keep on...
You fucked up this place. You're not, you're not...
'Cause I know you (you're in my head)
Fucking senseless
You bought it
(Stop, stop) stop
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Writer(s): John Miller Murry
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