I'm too shallow to be a poet, and I'm too gone to be a God. I slip backwards blind into the path my Father trod. The lies are growing old now, and the excuses are wearing thin. And a cliche' is where I'm going, because a cliche' is where I've been.. and it's what I've been...
Don't blame me You knew the end from the start So don't blame me for breaking your heart For breaking your heart
I stare at the shadows on my ceiling, and I look back at the monsters staring down. And I never drive when I think, or I'll end up on your side of town. I'm too old to be this damn drunk, and I'm too young to feel this jaded. So I live my lie day by day, as your memory slides down faded... you're faded....
Don't blame me You knew the end from the start So don't blame me for breaking your heart For breaking your heart
I don't know if I'll ever belong... but this bed feels warm now... now that your ass is gone...
Don't blame me You knew the end from the start So don't blame me for breaking your heart For breaking your heart
It's all on you Now that we're forced to part So don't blame me for breaking your heart For breaking your heart.