Blame
I'm not above nothing
Until I watched you drop onto the floor
Collapsed your head on the counter
Now I can't remember how I ever felt before
Well this isn't the summer I wanted
But I guess bad news it comes in two
I've been staying away from the west side
Trying to cut down on booze and you
Booze and you
Can't keep my mouth shut
Can't keep my mouth shut, I won't
If you don't want to hear it, if you don't want to hear it then don't
The guilt sets in
It's a fucked-up game, this kind of thing
I blame you, blame the world, but don't blame me
After a while I called
Halfway to show you I care
But mostly to make sure that you were
still breathing and that you were still there
And I wonder sometimes yeah I think that you've created a monster
A bitch who can't even {UNK}
I swear to God I feel like her
I feel like her
I can't keep my mouth shut
Can't keep my mouth shut I won't
If you don't want to hear it, don't want to hear it then don't
The guilt sets in, it's a fucked-up game this kind of thing
I blame you, blame the world, and I'll blame you,
I'll blame you, I'll blame you, I'll blame you, and I'll blame
{UNK}
Can we make this quick?
Can we make this quick?
Until I watched you drop onto the floor
Collapsed your head on the counter
Now I can't remember how I ever felt before
Well this isn't the summer I wanted
But I guess bad news it comes in two
I've been staying away from the west side
Trying to cut down on booze and you
Booze and you
Can't keep my mouth shut
Can't keep my mouth shut, I won't
If you don't want to hear it, if you don't want to hear it then don't
The guilt sets in
It's a fucked-up game, this kind of thing
I blame you, blame the world, but don't blame me
After a while I called
Halfway to show you I care
But mostly to make sure that you were
still breathing and that you were still there
And I wonder sometimes yeah I think that you've created a monster
A bitch who can't even {UNK}
I swear to God I feel like her
I feel like her
I can't keep my mouth shut
Can't keep my mouth shut I won't
If you don't want to hear it, don't want to hear it then don't
The guilt sets in, it's a fucked-up game this kind of thing
I blame you, blame the world, and I'll blame you,
I'll blame you, I'll blame you, I'll blame you, and I'll blame
{UNK}
Can we make this quick?
Can we make this quick?
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Writer(s): Alicia Bognanno
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