Blame Blame, I put it on you
For you were selfish, empty, with no muster of guilt
Rage rage, the jacket that I wear
For you preyed on my feast, and couldn't spare a bone.
Blame Blame, should I put it on you?
For I can't tell from whence comes the fault, I or you
Confused, numbed, are the pills that I take
For you yelled me to go, then shut the door with me on the inside.
Blame Blame, I can't put it on you
For it was I when you were hoping for a word, blasted your ears with the sound of silence
Torn, regrets, now the strings that I strum
For like a coffee cup, blame blame, by its handle, I will hold.